A Lingering Goodnight.

Let me tell you a story.

I'm telling you now, it ain't much

But its mine. It's the story of how

I went from A-to-B, got lost

Someplace in between.

You might like it:

Someone dies!

But there's no blood or gore,

I'm afraid: just a heart that stopped

Beating somewhere along the line.

Oh, I guess that there is some blood,

But not nearly enough to make things right:

Just a few pathetic scratches here or there,

Not nearly enough to set this mess alight.

But enough to carry me along

My friend, now that my life has become

A single prayer, a lingering goodnight

And enough fuel to feed this fire

Now it's started, this monster that

you created -

Enough to will me to the cliff and beyond,

Yet leave this God unsated.