and so once again, my dear johny my dear friend... I walked the blackened rosary, where you sleep. a broken chain of thoughts, across a garden steep. The weeds and flowers intertwine, against the blackened earth. where my purposeless footsteps, in soft mud make berth. The rain upon my darkened coat, the sorrow on my back can't weigh me any further down, than calculated fact. I once was happy hear with you, now I stand alone. to wallow in my solemn grief, amidst the fire stained stone. Here I stand, poor to a beggar, for he has purpose. Here I stand, lost to the stranded, in unseen shackles. I dream of meeting you, my own known beauty in death. but in hell, I never shall taste your breath. to dream, is a dreary goal. to wake, is no better. I wait for a solemn fate, so I can go get her. You think me naive, I assure you, were death the end, it would still do. a fitting fate for a fool, and oh how I wish it. but a fate I cannot hope god to me permit. your caramel hair and your coffee eyes your satin lips were never mine. I held your palm your wet, green voice your flowery smile your laughter. ...