His guns and roses tattoos were almost older than you, so was his Harley he sat you on for late night rides, to whisper his unreleased songs and poems in your ear.

Joel lost you; pushed you away anytime he could, except the ones he needed to burn his body and mind; well, he didn't want you to be like him, he was toxic for you.

Years of pouring his heart in music and fame had him ruined, a soul dealt with the devil himself. He had lost himself like what that apple did to Eve, but you still had it in you, the innocence and everything he had lost.

Heavy Metal King, and yet he would fall down dead without you; at first, his fan and then a plaything or at least what he wanted to believe.

But you were so much better than the rest of them; you wanted him for who he was and not what he did. He only learned when it was too late.

"Come on... let me in..." he was desperate; flew his concert away to be here now, at your door.