He 4 Whom the Bells Toll

I will still be here waiting Long after time is called And every opportunity has been spurned Because at this moment I am so endlessly tired Find myself craving sleep And in need of a break Some precious rest Or merely a change And if that doesn't come anytime soon I am eventually going to be forced into letting go of the string on my lead balloon And embrace another impending doom way after noon when I finally stir and try my level best to awaken To the impending sunset followed by perennial darkness eminating from my black tar molasses heart and soul For I am he who for who the Midnight Christmas Mass Bell's Toll