I gaze into the darkness from where the music plays; hear the siren call. Where once in youth, so easy then to fight, I turned my back, but now I’ve looped around and come again.
Help me God.
I don’t even know how I came back. I keep coming back. I dream, and dream again. I wake upon the precipice. How I long—Help me God!
I wake to begin all over again, knowing, fearing, waiting, for sleep to come and take me back. I cannot stay awake forever. Oh God, help me. Let me sleep, or die, O God!
Tale Told 