Trust in me

A sonnet on theology

As each Angel and Demon has chosen those through hypnotic preach forever falling into the waves of speech looking to be saved are the weary within reach.

Has due deeds been done as who heeds none.

As life was a daydream as the bearer through fantasies dreamed as night terrors and by day build a life but at night its to be cut with realities knife.

As the eternal dusk seeks for its new dawn that's been gone all along with no strength to carry on give me the night where I fairly belong.