Like an angel's footfalls, tapping on the rooftops,
The gentle patter of the rain, I listen to it lain in bed.
It sends me to sleep, as I wonder if it ever stops,
Then I fall prey, to all the things that sleep in my head.
Those angels that I so fear, land on the rooftops,
Laughing with malice, as they see that I am in bed.
As they laugh at my sleeping form, my heart stops,
As I wake, I realise that it was all just in my head.
I listen to the rain, as it falls on these rooftops,
I sigh and begin to relax, as I lay back down in bed.
That gentle rain sends me to sleep again, it never stops,
Once again, I fall prey to the things that lurk in my head.
A cycle of nightmares, thanks to the rain on the rooftops,
But at least I am asleep for once, as I am lain in my bed.
Rain lulls me asleep to nightmares, the cycle never stops,
I will always just fall prey, to the things that are in my head.