Angels and Demons

One night I had the most bizarre dream;
The images I has seen ;
Were both chaotic and serene;
And the feelings it invoked;
Were both pure and obscene

Wretched things then dared to dance;
Silver skinned demons roamed 'round in a trance;
Waiting patiently for that final chance;
That I wandered by upon circumstance

And in this dream;
I slumbered not;
My body started to decay and rot
A prison child..in Satan's lot;
My empty shell is all they got

Then again...in my wicked dream;
It seemed to take on a whole new theme;
Everything was white and crystalline;
I healed my body in nearby stream;
While a bevy of angels kissed me clean

What a beautiful end to such a demented dream!