Disclaimer: I don't own Johnny
Author's note: Hope you enjoy it. It's a poem I wrote in Johnny's perspective…
Madness…
Voices…
Haunting me.
Why?
Why won't you just leave me alone?
All of my life…
All of my memory…
Is dead bodies everywhere.
My only comfort is to relieve others from their own misery.
No one deserves life.
The world has been corrupted.
So many people…
So much hatred…
So much pain…
So much emptiness…
And all for what?
A few years to live without true happiness?
Why cant it just end?
People aren't friends.
Humans are incapable of such feelings.
All that one is capable of is pain and hatred.
Such parasitic beings…
Caring only for themselves….
And sometimes not even that.
I wish I could end it all,
And take everyone with me.
Dead bodies everywhere,
Blood and rot.
Screaming of how people want to live.
If they truly understood what a thoughtless gift life was…
They wouldn't be the way they are.
It all comes back to the same thing.
My only escape to my own madness…
Is to kill those that deserve to live less than myself.
To feel the smooth movement of sharp metal through flesh.
And the redness oozing from their writhing bodies.
I can sense their fears.
I can sense their deaths.
That is my only relief.
That is my only salvation.
After the night is done…
Just like any other night.
The night still lives on.
The world still lives on.
I still live on.