My lonely serenading moment

My eyes are chained, no escape, left bound in my own dispel, going
through my familiar recitals of hell, my lingering resistance of
impeachment, playing havoc with haunting ancient like dreams, the
very footsteps of my past, my lonesome charming dread too often
thinking of you, not much good it does, no purpose walking among
dead avenues in absence of your sweet lips, left parched, out of
breath, cradled by false lullabies, my heart marinated further towards
depression, summoned by your sweet rapture of deceit so please stay
awhile, for my sake, my long ago queen honeybee, I humbly seek desperate
comfort, even by those flattering lies.