Sleep, that unwanted dream, br where Angels drown your wings br in muddy puddles of unwanted tears, br in flames of forgotten fears. br br Demons find sweet satisfaction br in every sad idea br pitifully whispered br to guardians of the dead. br br Slip now into night's soft coma, br reject fantasies of insomnia, br toss...don't turn your back again, br dreams are every teardrop's friend.