Depressive Slumber

Every time you play with fire,

Inevitably, you'll get burned,

Experiences forgotten,

But always something learned.

Your misery, silent, but disdain, so loud,

Each year, as the agony grows,

Filling the void you carry around,

Burdened, your heavy heart shows.

Alas, the tunnel, but from it, no light,

The struggle, so real and so deep,

Coursing through your veins, in fire,

Though the hunger that grows, you keep.

Never sated but always wanting,

You open your mouth to speak,

No words or song, to move you along,

And your future, visibly bleak.

Fond of the pain you'd grown used to,

Warming your pillows, with tears,

Swarming nightmares of bad omens,

Outlasting all combined years.

Time never stopped for a man,

Though, demons and angels, alike,

They feed on time belonging to others,

Their kiss sealed with a bite.

You wake and ponder the things of dreams,

In solitude and unaware,

Blissful avoidance of the warnings, given,

Dispassionately, to the heavens, you stare.

No doors were opened and no windows, too,

But, invasion is in the air,

Flung back to your pillow and tug to your sheets,

Only sleep on the mind, not care.

Were these misty visions of fantasies true,

Or had you laid about, all night,

You pull your eyelids back down, like blinds,

No vision, no thoughts, no light.

From within, you peer into the darkness, again,

But this time it's different, for sure,

A silhouette of ecstasy dancing,

So erotic, so beautiful, so pure.

Surely the first of the long nights pity,

Was no more than a dream, in sweat,

Sacrificial lambs from tribes long ago,

And this is what you get.

We could blame the phenom on anything,

And usually, most of us do,

Sometimes the death of a loved one,

And sometimes the dying, is you.

Soliloquy summoned and words run like water,

You pray, make believe, but recover,

That pillow, a teddy bear, maybe a pet,

Or the cuddling is done with a lover.

The fears subside, you're calmed once more,

This, by the stars of night,

The veil, it lifts, from time to time,

Revealing all but sight.

Answers are given to those whom ask,

But the question is never heard,

Seldom we understand the simplest of things,

So, ignorance is often preferred.

For all the quality you feel you have,

Deep slumber takes it away,

Being someone you couldn't be,

Until dawn of the following day.

A rhyme, a reason, an explanation you need,

But one you'll never get,

Uncertainty, unnoticed, unacknowledged and unforeseen,

These truths haven't been found, yet.

Egotistically entitled and demanding ever more,

As we're whisked away to the unknown,

An infant at birth and withered for Death,

Never reaping what we've sown.

Misguided by Kings, we pledge ourselves,

Frailty adorned and loyalty sworn,

A dream from whence he came,

The jewel of his crown, he was born.

So much in common, as we ourselves, are,

But unique is what we claim,

We'll sleep for now and wake in sorrow,

When we can't remember our name.