I lay here in my self-induced coma that you call sleep,
For my mind is blank, no thoughts to stir memories,
Of lost love, passion or senses revealing painful past,
Wounds never healing, burning embers my heart, soul,
Opening my eyes seeing tiny fairies circling my head,
Showing visions of women whom I loved and lost in life,
Give me something, anything to vanish these vile demons,
Inducing my coma in many ways, it only brings fourth,
Vivid illusions of fantasies sensuously floating in mind,
Wretched little fairies dressed erotically laughing at me,
Tightly closing my eyes, not seeing, but hearing still,
They bring forth emotions, not letting me forget the past,
Alas, I cannot love for fear of rejection, 'tis a death blow,
Relentless pursuit of elusive equal love, given, not returned,
Hath left body and soul decimated, depraved, never to be bold,
Mind is whole, 'tis clouded with dubious thoughts, my demise,
Fairies screaming louder circling ever faster, administer peace,
Ingesting a favored elixir, eyes close succumbing in slumber,
Not wanting to be remembered, but to release my lowly soul,
To spend eternity floating in the universe foretelling the bold,
Of loves inherent dangers to body mind and soul, now I sleep.
