My Death Date

i. like a genii released from a bottle I pranced around in my all together feeling a mirth I never feel during a waking moment Dali surreal, and eager to begin my fantasy ii. spirit guide was being lambasted by my committee why can you not control that one? They asked forgetting I am the boss of me and lithium does not settle me down iii dog dreams of happier days before her arthritis when she could chase the cat chasing a mouse she smells the grass in her sleep iv. monsterously dark entity tries to interrupt hoping to lead me down the demonic path feeling a certainty I am close now v. from my perch on the ceiling I see a body lying on the bed wondering who is next to my dog she is almost ready my spirit guide whispers devil and she begin wrestling over my silver cord