I didnt endowed with angelic beauty,
nor the glimmering paralyzing gaze,
but still I capture all your dreams,
with my sychte and rose

Your head on the pillows,
and the blanket on your sholders,
and i just stand still,
captiveted by her inner will

descending from the palace of slumber,
where the sandman weave his dreams,
for all the world to fell a sleep,
for me to enter their minds,
untying frozen reveries,
slaying nightmares that show no mercy,
I have no time for exhaustion,
not an angel nor a demon,
just a dream reaper

planting the fruits at day,
harvesting them at late night,
just before light takes over,
repulsing darkness cover

and I like a ghost,
vanished from your sight,
leaving only a stray thought,
about a dream that was lost

descending from the palace of slumber,
where the sandman weave his dreams,
for me to enter their minds,
slaying nightmares that show no mercy,
i have no time for exhaustion,
living through a revelation,
part angelic part demonic,
taking your dreams away

how much time will pass,
before i could taste it again,
to sleep and dream once more,
or is this just a delusion

walking alone in your dreams,
without knowing if i'm asleep
just one thing is certain,
I'm here to reap