Dream Depravation

As I lie asleep with my conscience clear
My mind drifts off and thoughts appear
At first, just flashes and images of the sort
Of evil and good they seem to import
The flesh becomes the reality of the dream
It takes me places I try to scheme
Mostly looking for my vindication
But all I get is a strange sensation
That redemption and absolution I cannot afford
Or the thoughts of happiness or of being adored
So I dive off into the well of souls
Hoping to emerge completely whole
Then I wake up and dream no more
And think of all the things that I deplore...

Angelic Scars