Johnny

Blood severed mind

Painful crossed guts

I know you’re hurting so very bad, my dear one,

I see your amber eyes screaming

Silently in a silvered line of time soaked hell

I know you feel death has climbed

Inside your very veins

And though your stomach is tied up in excruciating knots

And your very mind is fractured and pale—-

Is it selfish that I want to heal you?

Is it wrong to want to save you?

To snatch you from the clutches of an unforgiving damnation?

Is it true that I’ve lost myself in your own eternal sentence—-the inferno of living death?

I dream of your soft kiss,

A shadow of my fears,

Will I be absolved?

Will I be damned?

Oh God, do I long to hold you forever

To keep you warm and safe,

To heal your twisted and cracked mind.

And my dear one,

My darling,

I see us falling into the abyss

But, it’s heaven to me

Oh yes, Johnny,

It is,

Our own beautiful, scary, wonderful

Painful heaven wrapped up in a swirling

Part of space,

Where dark matter spins and bends

Onto the curve of our universe,

Sailing in and out of the Milky Way.