25 August 2012
There's a man that visits me most nights. Dressed inna fine suit, sometimes enough to fright. But he's not here for love or high jinx. But to send me to sweet dreams, with whatever thoughts he thinks. Naturally it costs, fantasy has a high price. And he'll take it all? No, he won't think twice. The last thoughts you have before you fall asleep. He steals and sells, whilst you're in deep. But it's a small price to pay for a beautiful dream. Even if it fuels a mafia like scene. So when you wake, and rub sand from your eyes. Give a thought to those, sandman mafia guys.
©Odd
Sandman Mafia • Opuss № I