Eulogilogical Etymortar-clergy

So let me ask you, Sir; what trend do you have for me?
Cause I've been eating your dishes for fifteen years and I'm tired of ennui
Every little detail that tripped me up before is as worthless as a holey door
The bitter end is coming, Oh! I can feel you draw near
With your lovely decay you whisper in my ear
Come away with me boy! To lands unseen,
I've got promises of souls that I must clean
But to this apparition I say, nay; for the day I die is the day you go away
And not a minute sooner, though I prepare myself each second
For the coming tragedy that will render me lifeless, a victim of the wiles of beauty
And lo! Though I am weary, and fed-up with this, my heart is not, whatever that is
So on I plod to the depths of the sea waiting for my sanity to condemn me
In the depths of the ocean I reach the brink, of wisdom and lunacy
tourniquet and fancy.

>>>someone should analyze this and tell me what deep-rooted meaning I had when I wrote this...cause I have no clue