The hand of The Sandman

Here we go again ....it is gonna be fine.
We are going the distance...defying time.
We have shed all our  boundaries....finally.
To plot our demise...would be untimely.
But you have awakened the demons
And the ferryman has brought them
Into our lives....and into this rhyme.

I wait for the hunger to really set in
So that I can want to have you again.
To make life  with you was my plan..
But the demons are become the sandman.
My heart bleeds to satisfy the thirst of the chauvin......my boogie man.

The sun has come down around this town...the moon is soon to pay the princess tribune.....I am sold...for gold.
Mammon is the spell I call my freedom.
To gather the nuggets and steal from the days time...all the wealth I call mine...
Is become a pastime.....a memory that haunts me....what I have done for money.

Reluctantly .... poised  between the sheets.....I sup with the devil and chew his meat....there is no way I can defeat....the pledge of love that was deceit....for my part....from the blackness of my heart...it starts the echoing of horror....my sorrows expand...to overtake the land where the air is saturated with the sand of the sandman.

There is no trophy....no siloque....just the silence of my screams....it appears that no one seems to hear....or care....only loneliness that lives there in the lust of the dust from the sandman hand.  I don't understand why....it is I.... that the demons want to make cry....for mercy....the hearsay of my beauty....the duty I have to love you.  Love is a  fountain that bursts from the earth....and is the dearth or mirth....of my sanity...

Please hear me.....attend to my needs...
Untie these bonds of the past...set me free to be me..... completely... At last...
And love what you see...tho I flee to the oceans potion...fast in motion and devotion to the waves that plays on my mind....be ye kind....sublime...and save me from the demons that chase me....to waste me....and devour my soul...for it is their goal ...the sandman's  spell. ...to crucify me in the hell.....that I know so well....and I can tell you of the pain of the flame....the story of purgatory...where I am trapped....my strength is sapped....thus I end this wrap of my tale....my love is over the barrel that holds the Venum of the Demons.