I want to sleep
I need to sleep
But how can I sleep
When every time I close my eyes
It hurts?
A bright light shines right into my pupils
Like a torch
And the angel sings
In its raspy, bone-chilling, beautiful voice.
It's bottle-teeth rattle on every inhale
It's wings flutter and rustle
It's tail drags on the floor as it makes its way towards me
And the scratch of hundreds of toes on the molten-copper floor is enough to make my head spin.
It's quite indescribable.
I am very afraid
But at the same time
I can't look away from it's beauty
It's horrifying beauty
It is an angel, after all.
Or, at least, I think it is.
Who knows what it is?
Or why its' here?
No one knows.
