All My Silent Midnight Hours

Things just get worse.
Which heavenly linoleum stripe
Leads to universal Emergency?
The resident angel could scour my soul.
I’ll settle for a strong narcotic —
A few centuries of oblivion might be

just what the doctor ordered.

Wake me when Judgment Day is over;

the suspense is killing me.

By creating me eternal, you left me no escape.
So which way to intensive care
For a premature queen and priestess
With a testimony of all of it but herself?