And If I Were to Die in My Slumbers Tonight?

And If I Were to Die in My Slumbers Tonight?                              September 29, 2013

This morn, I awakened to another day's horror,

A torture exacerbated with each inhalation,

And yet, I am informed there are always happy endings

That shall present themselves, come what may,

And that I should leave all doors open to Posterity.

I am thirty-two and feel I have not a clue

As to how to clear my cluttered, sentient soul

When the Ice Man cometh and this day, too, a-reckoned,

The Devil shall betroth to me marriage to his Second!

And if I were to die in my slumbers tonight?

Surely that would not be so bad,

And I think I might just go ahead, Sam,

Let the night end once and never again,

Lest the day doth come when the soul is cleansed

By God's Holy Spiritual aural splendors!

But He hath had his time to convince, 

And never hath I danced with her air

Ecclesiastically whilst He hath soothed thy wretched soul!

I shall wail a solemn cascade of tears at this time

That shall flood the very astral plains of fear;

Hence, I shall construct an Ark to be thy guide!

To fly away as doth the phoenix' rise

From the funeral pyre to the Athenian sky,

I shall have to burn to blackened ashes

In a veritable Grecian urn and give it my ode.

But to live this life, I must realize

Mythologies are only ancient tales,

For 'tis all I am, just another of Aesop's fables,

A faceless smidgen within the swarm!

And as for today, I shall commence forward

Upon my odyssey, seemingly ten years in duration,

And yet, there are twenty-four times

The minute hand strikes twelve,

And O'! How I must yearn for the sun's descent!

And I weep the day away the best I can

By slumbering the sun down into the nocturne,

When the wolves howl and birds' chirps are stilled,

And I only hear the humming of automobiles.

Yet, I love the time when I am past dark,

When no one remains awakened

And I rummage mi casa's floors,

And I can see the light where others are blind,

And O'! The romantic splendors of nocturnal delights!

And if I were to die in my slumbers tonight?

You shall not be bereft of me forevermore!

I am but a pestilence and bane to your humble existence;

Lord knows never have we agreed to disagree before!

I foresee a time when I am free at last,

When the Liberty Bell in Philadelphia shall ring!

Until then, my soul shall torment me hither

Whilst my countenance descends unto Faust's rapport

As the paramour in the purgatorial harem 

Of Mephistopheles' unholy forced ardors a-flame in my loin!