onyx rising stardust divine
slipping tandem 'cross space and time
stress will be our tour guide today
as little Johnny stops to play

across a milky way sublime
where angels sit in pantomine
reflective natures from our sleep
where demons loom and guard their keep

this iceberg stretches into deep
beneath the depths within our sleep
our view is but above the sea
we cannot see what's inside me

painful horror, passion-lust
these bleeding dreams, die they must
replaced with angst, vicious rage
let forth the demon from its cage

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