Johnny Cuevas was a boy who lived in Maine,
Who was trying anything he could to feel himself again.
He took pictures of people and he also took pills,
His bike gave him fractures without giving him skills
He made friends like making paper and throwing it away
And went out when the night hounds came out to play.
He tried not to be by himself, and developed a tick.
The being with people part just made him sick.
He tried hard at school at one time or another,
But in his subjects he lost interest, one after the other.
Johnny is lost because he hasn't found the way,
But he's still taking his life at a time one day.
At least he hopes, and prays that he will,
and one day he will lose that urge to kill.
The one that hounds him and keeps him at night,
The fear of the neighbor on that terrible night.
From then on his parents weren't exactly around,
And then they left Johnny the fear of the hound.
He knows one day it will be him verses it,
He hopes against hope before then it will quit.
Johnny does not think he can raise a fist,
And one day that reluctance will crush his urge to resist.