Happyfeetthatsme

John He was standing there saying those words, those dreadful, horrid words, and for a second - one heart-stopping, awful second - he thought it was him. That man. John Watson, the man who had spent months with him, and had been brilliant. He hadn't complained about the skull and the running around, he hadn't objected once to the danger and even the drugs. He had been the best flatmate ever, and he hadn't even fucking acknowledged it.  He didn't know how he would cope if it were John. He prepared himself to let another person out of his life, yet another, when he saw the red light of the sniper fixed on his heart, and he could have cried. He

I would hold you in my arms I would take the pain away Thank you for all you've done Forgive all your mistakes There's nothing I wouldn't do To hear your voice again Sometimes I want to call you but I know you won't be there You're holding me close, and I am clutching you so tightly my arms are trembling, but I won't stop. You're shaking a little, and I want to take all of your pain away, and to soothe your thoughts, so I am mumbling in your ear, trivial things, just memories, but I can tell that you are listening to every word. I have to take the chance, and there is an urgency I don't understand, because you might be gone any second

John's in heaven now. That's the only solace I have, and that I will join him soon because I'm getting older now, then me and Ringo and George can go up and see him and be with him, younger and prettier, to make music again.

They're always lurking round the corner, The creatures of the night; And it's the fear of these scary beasts That is my sleeping plight.