I think
God and demons
both visit me in my sleep;
I might know this for a fact,
God, my dreams aren’t even mine to keep!
Before I reach my rest that is profound
I try to move but I am held down,
This is how demons visit my sleep.
I say I will stop the thoughts that
prowl my conscious mind,
but still in my rest they come to find!
I am filled with anger-
I am filled with sadness-
and I wish I was not.

I prefer the music, the nature, and joy;
I like it better when He visits.