Five Long Years--Of Double Entendre

My heart has Conditions It moved off my sleeve-- Five* years ago: I planned their itinerary I slept under the sun Then, Masqueraded in the moonlight-- Just four* years passed: I stumbled into a sea of aluminum and glass To be Anaheim's captive I frequently danced with death-- As if with three* more years to live: I ardently searched for death's cousin I awoke in sweet sunlight With a ghost of my conscience-- Just two* years had shown for us: Though our demons would assemble, silently I felt the frigid air within my bones Stumbling, feverishly, with Epimethius-- I affixed to the vexing, with ease, in one* year: To plummet, head-first, back into obscurity As this room's only occupant I distort and redefine Regret's parameters In order to create more chaos: My mind has Conditions...