I cannot sleep without your protection, 
oh, mermaid of my galloping occasion. 
I need to find a rope that leads to the sea. 
While you defy the places of the elderly feast. 

I count my escape by any minute upon the growl of a tank 
to have of your distress pretty devoid at the palm of my hands 
to help with the qualm and the rest of the other prolific denials 
that you may capsule at the road of an autumnal equinox. 

Once a relief has made it back. 
To the court of a brat. 
The plume sedates the mining of a leprechaun's reflection. 
The blind exodus of a contrived memorial won't listen to a piece's confrontation. 

Half-severed and timely mastered 
the heat can vent in the ashes of misconception 
Curse the glory of its kindness 
the massive roll was a trick of the darkness of a goblin's creation. 

I cannot sleep while you are lavishing 
all the deceitful imps of displeasure.