The Pizzeria

I had a terrible dream

The hour was early

I walk in my neighbourhood

I turn a corner

I see a river of blood

With angels drowning

Devils with black parachutes

Fall down with bare feet

On the street

With sound of a thunder

Incredibly loud

My hands are on my ears

I had a beautiful dream

The hour was late

I felt incredibly light

A hundred keys in thousand pieces

Were flying like dragonflies

Over my head into the street

It was a beautiful sight

Like icicles in light

I had a terrible dream

The ovens in the pizzeria

Were burning like hell

And the dryers in the laundrette

Were turning red

It was a terrible sight

I heard the barcodes beep