The whole idea is pretty straightforward, but what kind of feelings does it bring up? Like what does it seem like it means? Especially the last four lines.

you are a national treasure--
you, with your pretty-penny eyes,
firework laugh and your voice,
captivating,
on your lips like a pledge,
in my soul like an anthem
and i'm singing,
but it's your hand on my heart
and all the songs i know
sound like heaven
and god bless us,
i have seen angels,
eclipsed
by the star-spangled sky--
tell me you see it in my eyes.

Did he have a pot of tea?

Kicked him out, its going on midnight,
He love's that pub been going a long time.
Home before needing a bowel movement?
Pot of tea when he does, sounds fine.

Heard someone in the car park shout out
"you want a lift Duffy? Its pouring down."
Fumbling with keys its Nellie the old trout
lost her baby spent the next 50 years in a dressing gown.

Old Nellie her false nails, wig and spray tan
what a picture, worth ever pint he bought her.
He heard a rumor she'd s..hagged the best man
night before her wedding, its still a blur.

Knowing he was three sheets to the wind
he wasn't that far gone not to realize his options.
Safer walking home on his feet, un-winged
in the hope of making it for his ablutions.

She drives away, skid marks on the tarmac
Fred the landlord he won't be overjoyed.
"Ok! Who was it?" We can hear the flak
from the bar when old Fred gets annoyed.

Umbrellas what a great invention, you think?
To late, he's halfway down a muddy path.
The trees dropping non alcoholic drink
over him, time to stop this he's no Goliath.

On his way through the wood he said hello
to three pixies sheltering under a Fly Agaric.
It was the biggest one he every saw, although
in the morning just a dream, head like a brick.

Did he have a pot of tea? Doesn't remember,
found his choppers in the pot with a tea bag.
A steradent is better just one in number,
its time for rehab he's waving a white flag.

Over the top.

"Fix bayonets," He looked at his mate,
"did I hear the Serge right Fred?"
"Yes Tom, good luck, see you after,"
the rest were just looks, unsaid.

It's second time around for Tom
but for Fred it was all new.
Many times practised in his mind,
would he go when whistle blew?

You mean a more lyrical way.

To breathe the last for others
To breathe the last for friends
To sacrifice this mortal frame for friends
To sacrifice this mortal frame for others

Night, settles upon the sleepless dreamer.

The world holds its breath in a quiet hush
And as the sun sets, the sky begins to blush,
A deep red reminiscent of a virgins gush from a lover's touch.
Then night begins to bed the sky and the two intertwine in ecstasy.
The earth below let's go a sigh of yearning need
And night comes upon her and let's loose his seed.
From his seed came his children-nightmares and dreams
Whose brothers are blissful and restless sleep.
They roam the night and find comfort in the beds of men; all except the poet.
Who dreams with his eyes wide open.

my eyes bleed
from this eternal torment
from this paleness i feel inside
of my weary eyes

at times it's too breathe
to hear the sound of your voice
to whisper in my ear
cause what you do is killing me
slowly

it seeps through me
like an echo of my voice
down in the pouring rain
where all i feel is falling down

drowning in my tears
where all has washed away
except the one part that still remains
and where i feel i can't escape

why does this have to be?
why can't i see the end?
i keep telling myself that i'm okay
that it will be gone
someday
some way
even when i'm gone
and now i see what i've become