Waking State Of Emergency

Seasnakes and Earthquakes
Pillows make the dream go faster
This second chance for circumstance is brilliant when it comes to pressure
Lost in a feeling that would be flattered to be mistaken for your entire world
Sipping the wine of life
Snorting a line of wife
The sense is falling out of a whole in my pocket
Whose dread did you bring home, from wherever it did roam, estranged?
Give it back
Unless you don't want returned what you gave in exchange
Typical and Mystical, the cards you were dealt
Played, knowing full-well the consequence,
Retelling the tale of a long since incidence
Still so fresh,
A recollection of its bitter tasting incense
Entranced and locked in by its incessantly lingering competition,
Each piece is slowly stolen away to some phantom kingdom with no agreement of extradition
Lacking only depth and distance,
This persistent illusion has me embattled and strained and robbed of all volition to move in any other direction than the one that leads me to my grave
The Querent plays the Ace of Knaves and is left begging with an empty plate
For shame to all those that have plenty yet aspire none to give

(before the comments, all my word choices are intentional and not misspellings)