Inspired by :iconselenalunarox:
I walked alone to the grave of the Lizard King, Mr. James Douglas Morrison, and just knelt in the awe. I wished that I was meeting the actual man, instead of a carved stone, but even if I had met him in real life, I still would've cried.
I was at a loss for words. "H-hello there, Mr. Morrison
" I thought aloud, "Is that alright or should I just call you Jim?"
I sat down, "Umm, anyways, I think you're an amazing man, who wrote the most mind-blowing music I've ever heard
and even though your life was short, I'm glad that you didn't have to see the hell-hole that has become our world. You'd probably be disgusted."
Once again, silence.
"I-I want to thank you for all that you did, and pushing music's boundaries
it was amazing
I heard a low, almost dark-ish, chuckle. I looked around and saw no one.
"To be honest I love you, Jim. You were one helluva guy." I leaned forward to kiss the stone, and in