You woke up something slumbering peacefully inside me
Something powerful
Something beautiful
Something painful
Now there’s no way to put it back to sleep
To knock it out
To get it drunk and take advantage of it
It has me and it will not let go
Constantly clenched
Waiting for the final blow
Just an agonizing matter of time before the knockout punch lands
There’s just one favor I’d like to ask
Before my world crumbles to rubble at my feet
Tell me a good-night story
Or, better yet, sing me a lullaby
Or sing me a dirge if you’ve got the urge
But let me hear the sound of warm air
Rising from your lungs
Passing across your larynx
Riding the breeze
Tickling my eardrum
One last time
