This should be easier.

You call,

you deny me,

my heart slams into the floor.

The roof of my mouth seems so high, as my gut drags beneath me.

ears burn,

neck aches.

You've owned my power for more than three minutes now -

How did you do it?

Drained and useless,

hollow and alone.

I'll wait for you until you come home.

Please come home.

Slumber awaits Glory

Fighting to keep my eyes open I long for a winter's nap.
Waiting for the chill to come and freeze my burning body,
I look towards the horizon and see rest lifting her sleepy head.
Turning her fair locks and beckoning to me to run faster, climb higher,
until I reach the end of this marathon for whom there is no victory.

I must finish. I must be victorius.