Illusions
Now I lay me down to die
I see the lord, his watchful eye
My loved ones die, not to wake
I beg the lord their souls to take
Instead of up they go down
He watches the with furrowed brow
I look at him, I plea and cry
If they aren't worthy niether am I
I can't take it, I run through the door
Cursed white wings I have no more
The ground is coming fast
I know the pain won't last
When I wake the room is white
I look around and nothing's right
Loved ones all around my bed
Everything's so over my head
I was thirteen days comatose
Brother says "I missed you most"
"What did you dream?" sister askes me
I dreamt of hell but now I'm free
SadistikMasochist Community Member 
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