sleep apnea or how not to snore in a crisis

I am without silence, I hear the flow
rocking the anvil to the beat of a
mothball drum..its an ocean roll
slashing and pounding with the
magnetically pull of scarlet moon
 shady evening rose delight,
across the sleepless arrogant night
I'm lost in deafening  catacoombs
not a sound..it's the echo of a silent
echo and it reverbs back and forth
like a banshee..once heard it never
rests..it rises with the dark one..
swirls in dervish circles spinning
evening primrose perfume
that smells like evilness
I know he's watching
I sleep unafraid,  I sleep knowing
that the light - my friend
will return in the morning
and multiply ten thousand fold
a miriad of heavenly angelic
beams will calm my soul..
balancing good from bad
 bringing harmonies melody