'Til Death Do Us Apart

Dear Insomnia,

The war is on 'twixt you and me,
Who the victor is posterity will see.
Hark! Who defineth what winning is?
Or, is that to be covered by ellipsis?

The complete story is as yet untold,
Since aeons that you've had your hold,
Every minute I've been your knave,
A foot closer you sent me to the grave.

Life goes on and life will go out,
But remember this beyond all doubt:
When I receive the call from yonder,
Our union shalt be split asunder.

For, thence I shall plunge in peaceful rest,
Once denied to my living crest.
The time will be for my star to rise,
Alas! My kin'd've paid a heavy price.

Turnaround

O, to summon the will that's at large,
To turn, face you and take charge,
To forever end those nights of strife,
And recover what remains of my terrestrial life.

The war is on 'twixt you and me,
Who the victor is posterity will see.
Means to rid you shall be found,
Of your shackles shall I be unbound.

Down & low, for long I have lain,
Helplessness shall no longer reign,
Hope in my eyes lets out a gleam,
That one day I'll have the sleep of my dream.

To wish you away, I have not a wand,
So, any means I have, I will command,
The summit is far, the slope is steep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

In the future, a line shall be writ,
The remaining act of this two-actor skit,
By one who hath the other slain,
For, there ought not to exist us twain.