O Sleep, where art thou?

O sleep, where is thy embrace?
I yearn to lie in thy clutches of tranquility,
My eyes scream for your healing potion,
This body aches to succumb to your
soothing blanket of darkness.

The sharks of sugar and caffeine
swim in my veins without mercy for you.
They frenzy upon your feeble efforts
to battle against their rising tide of destruction.

The gremlins of the night chant my name,
wearing the skins of dead sheep,
they encirlce me and sing the March of Dawn.

The fires of the night burn through my eyelids,
preventing the shade of night to slip over my face.
The deep drum beats grow louder with each passing hour,
and resonate inside my head, leaving numbness inside.

Sleep, thy companions Night, Comfort, Fatigue, and Rest
have abandoned their posts,
left no clues to be found,
no trails to follow,
and no signs of their existence.

O sleep,
take up thy spear and shield,
advance upon the enemies of the night,
murder the opposition of thy quest,
and conquer the goals of my desire.

To this, I plea,
so that I may fall into thy peaceful slumber,
forget this day's quarrels,
rest my troubled flesh,
rejuvenate my wandering soul,
remember the beauty of your gift of dreams,
and fade into bleakness of your powers.