Twelve years of dedication to Johnny,
Now nothing but emptiness stands.
Legs too weak to hold us up any longer,
So there it was, the separation and an end.
I fled to nature for the warmth I needed,
But even the deepest woods betrayed me.
One by one the notes escaped my pocket— 
My lighter was flipped on to help me read. 
But the words disappeared, as the flambeau emitted. 
Oh, how that sinister sizzle satisfied me.
Fire hissed.
Eyes zipped.
Heart gurgled.
Memories popped.
My eyes opened after a while,
The smoke went for almost a mile.
Autumn leaves now charcoaled,
Florescent flowers now limp.
Birds flocking to a place of shelter,
Like the exodus from Egypt.
The trees roared a blaze,
Pupils began to burn.
Throats began to close.
What do I do? 
My heart froze.
In the eye of the world, I am Terry Lynn Barton,
In the eye of the law, I am a murderer.