I dreamt that I got married in a cemetery among the ghosts. They brought me wine and whiskey. Said death had missed me and I’ve been gone too long. They said take what you want, you can have it all. You look so good in dust and bones. They took me in with matches, said you can leave your ashes. You won’t need them no more. And all those nights of drinking and all the pretty women won’t darken your door. Hell, its warmer and the days are shorter, and your nights can roll. And all those songs about redemption won’t be your own. I know I could never go. Because all those poor souls, they’ll call “Michael” where’d you go? Now I’m broke kneed, down and promising for the dirt to take me. At least for awhile. I swear I’ve got a good heart, it just falls apart after awhile. But I’m only an angel as deep as fangs go, and then you’re on your own. So just leave me to these broken heartbeats or pick me up. I know I could never go. Because all those poor souls, they’ll call “Michael” where’d you go?