The long walk to stop death tonight.
Could do it blind, done it a hundred times.
Staving off sleep to halt the long dream,
Becoming breathless so breath can be free.
Strange looks from empty taxis
And the figures hiding amongst the black trees.
Lone strides through the mist of moonlessness,
Streetlamp stars guiding the way,
Guiding through the pain.
The weight of morality clinging to eyelids and footstep speed,
Interrupting darks quiet and normality.
The long walk what pushes it on;
The thought of a guilt-full eulogy,
What more could I have done.