ASLEEP WITH ANGELS By Jasen Sousa

ASLEEP WITH ANGELS


I see myself in the future sleeping in my new bed
as I pull my new covers made of clouds to my chin.
I feel fingers full of life on my head
and this is where my new life will begin.

Now that I am no longer on Earth, I have no restraints,
I am no longer tied down, no longer material possessed.
I am asleep with angels and surrounded by saints,
I can’t explain the feeling in my chest, no more stress.

As I write this I am on my back floating freely,
gravity is gone and for once, nothing seems like it’s wrong.
I’m writing to let my friends know, man, they are never going to believe me!
I am never going to see them again, I am not going back there, this
is where I belong!

I am asleep with angels and they are singing me to sleep
with a song that sounds so sweet,
my eyes shut slowly and I am no longer afraid.
Meanwhile, I levitate off of my feet,
angels have just read me a bedtime story about being brave.

I recognize the face in the grave, can’t quite make out who it resembles,
I am asleep with angels, please don’t let me awake.
The image is clear, my entire body trembles,
I know my outcome, I know my fate.




Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
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