untitled #2
no blood,
no tears,
no simple death.
days,
they were done,
in a single breath.
child speaks,
but no one listens.
that was he,
insane,
don't miss him.
kill the dead,
the sane,
and him.
no more.
a/n: yeah this one sucks i know. but what do you expect in 5 min.? i think this is one of my weirdest poems yet. i guess i was trying to sum johnny's life into a poem or something. yeah... it sorta rhymes! umm... i'm... yeah... i'm done.
