Lost

Dreaming and screaming or alive?

As the last rays of sunlight fade,
The rain crashing to the ground.
Darkness gains control
With out a sound.

I'm standing closer to the edge
Then I should be allowed.
The tears are slipping,
As the wind becomes loud.

I close my eyes one last time,
And the pleasure shackles me.
A slight taste of torment,
Sweet indulgence, pain and fantasy.

My angel shed light on me
And tell me I was dreaming.
Wake me up
End all the screaming.