❛ l must be mad thinking I'lI be remembered - yes I must be out of my head! ❜
SILENCE . it fills the area more than any melody could ; it was for all to hear . the words of the self - proclaimed saint floating throughout the corridors of the church . eyes close as chairs crash & glasses break . perhaps , it was a bottle of vodka this time . hopefully , there was no lasting damage . he can only sigh as he sits upon his broken bed .
what was his life ? coming from a place of harmony & muse / no matter how rough & desolate it truly was . before jimmy , johnny was living large . before that fateful concert , he was a saint in his own right . why has it come to this ? a man who doesn’t see the line between MAN & DEITY . a society of lessers who see him as the second coming of their lord . his screams of anguish inciting the masses / all longing to see their savior .
& then there was HIM . the white sheep slowly fading to black . unsure , unnerved . when would jimmy be told the truth ? that he was nothing more than a common man upon a tainted pedestal . unknowingly setting his apostles on fire with his radical voice & rebellious soul . he would not be one to fall for his saint - colored sins.
but , for now , the so - called holy one needed to calm down . a broken mind mends no broken heart . with the softest of plucks , his fingers brush against the strings of his guitar / serenity flowing like a harmonic river towards the room of the other . he needed to breathe .
after johnny was done , jimmy would be sleeping in e minor . hopefully .
