John's p.o.v. (Thomas Dekker)

Here comes the bleeding part.

Here comes the crying and screaming part.

Here comes the goodbye part of our story.

Uncertainty left you empty and barren.

Your name and concerns fell upon many deaf ears except for mine.

I held you long and close.

In the shadows of crosses, your eyes were the prettiest hue.

I had no clue that you were dying.

I was blinded by the blue sky hovering above us.

You gave up the ghost and the music was lost forever.

Your demise, newly discovered paradise, doesn't make any sense at all.

In the shadows of lions, I learned how to crawl and walk again.