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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.