• You whatch the sand dance in the wind,
    and see bodies of those who commited sins.
    Your mind screams to take off and run,
    but you see a man, with a gun.
    You freeze in place, the knife in your hand,
    while everything in your head dances like a band.
    He draws, closer and nearer,
    blood dripping, from the tip of his finger.
    You back away, closer to the walls
    while the man stops, his eyes like balls
    but, whats that sound in the distance, a harp?
    The man looks behind him, nows your chance!
    You charge at him, with the knife in your hand.
    You stab it through,
    his screams, like a tune
    and he falls on the ground
    with no more sound.
    You let out a cheer
    but look up to hear
    the angel above,
    her wings like doves.
    You reach out to her
    but alas, she disappears.
    Your heart aches for her love
    and to feel those wings, like those of a doves.
    She appears again,
    but her wings, their red!
    In vain you yell and scream "Stop!"
    The walls, their spinning, like a top!
    And soon, you fall into a dream
    a dream, of seret melodies,
    and yes, for you my freind
    this is truely, the end.