In the moonless darkness of our imagination ,
And in the darkness is a thought of life.
In the darkness is our own temptation,
Of which the darkness should not give strife.

Nothing is in the dark that is not in the light,
The darkness of our imagination is on overdrive.
As we twist and turn in the bedsheets we are trying to fight,
To the other world we have finally arrived.

Sleep is but a gentle Storm
It is a storm that is Overpowering
One that will never conform
It is a storm of confusing.

Yet dreams can be full of life and happiness,
They can be filled with good things.
Not all dreams are full of nothingness
After all you are always covered by an angels wings.