A/N: Another one and I don't own anything.

"Johnny..." The words were choked, fading into the distance- he was so strung out and so far gone that he reached out into the horizon, thinking that maybe he could touch him- pull the boy he'd walked for miles until he found out of the abyss.

Johnny had saved him, made him actually want to be a better person...he was Jimmy's first friend. It was weird to think that it took some stupid kid in the stix to make Jimmy feel like an actual human being again. To ground him..

was it such a good thing?

He wasn't flying high anymore, he wasn't king for a day, or forever- he had millions of them, so many of the wasted youth throwing themselves at his feet, licking his boots just so he might give a little crystallized hope. So he'd give them something to believe in, but at what price?

Had anyone ever believed in him?...Yes,
Johnny had.

He loved him, as stupid and babbling as that sounded, and he needed him- it was like with Johnny, Jimmy could walk again, Jimmy could breathe and be someone, be something beyond the makeup.

He could be real.

So where was his Jesus now? Where was the holy saint of the suburbs to save him from himself?
Gone.
Gone with her, the fucking saint of denial with her self righteous golden, gleaming talons. Save him? Save Johnny?

WHAT ABOUT JIMMY? HE NEEDED FUCKING SAVING TOO. But not from her. He needed him.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled, blindly into the darkness that began to take over the city. Night, blocking the light, killing the hope..

"I'm sorry, I'M FUCKING GOD DAMNED SORRY!" It was pained, and hoarse and desperate- desolate and alone; but what what were those in the distance..they twinkled and they were beautiful..they glimmered..like..like tiny fractions of the light, of the hope escaping through the pitch.

Jimmy reached to try and touch one, grab it so he could hold onto the hope..but he failed, "Please" He begged. falling to his knees, "Please! PLEASE!" He screamed, moaning with the hopelessness and despair. He looked drunk, and belligerent, he looked far too gone with the drugs..but right now, Jimmy could see the clearest he'd ever seen.

Jimmy was sober.

He fell to the ground, curling in a ball like a child left behind. Left alone. Where were his followers now? Where was the wasted youth to praise him, save, and set him on his throne?
Gone.
Gone.
Gone. They were all gone.

Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you
Having fun

"Enough. Enough. ENOUGH!" He screamed, getting up and rushing to the railing, placing his hands over his ears to block out the noise, much like tears covered his eyes- "Enough" he said pathetically and deflated.

He looked up, once more at the stars and saw their reflection in the bay...he reached blindly again, failing to grab it- failing to save the hope...but they shone in the water..so pretty like jewels glimmering in the water- he gulped, finding the gun. Heavy and Black, dense in hands so he took a breath-

And at the moment he flew; but not as Saint Jimmy, because as he went still, flying- wings outstretched, his face was devoid of makeup, he was real like the person Johnny saw him to be.

Johnny, the last thing he saw before Jimmy jumped, and flew- landing among the stars.

Forever Immortal.

It's comedy and Tragedy
It's Saint Jimmy
And that's my name...
And don't wear it out
Good night sons of a bitches Saint Jimmy is going out with a bang!