Note- Ok, yeah, this is basically a freeform-ish (though it may rhyme in parts) poem I did from a Nny-ish perspective. I couldn't care less if you review it, but it'd be nice. Disclaimer- I do NOT own anything having to do with JtHM, even though this can only be scantily applied . These are owned by the space aliens at Slave Labor Graphics and Technicolor-Hair boy Jhonen. I hope I did okay with this- if it's OoC in parts, too bad. Without further ado-
Flesh and Bones
...Everything goes
Friends go
Family goes
People go
Things go
Everything goes, memory goes
And empty shells of flesh and bones
Are all that's left of things that go
No more answers, no more comfort
Nothing left of all you had
Everything you thought you knew
Is swept away by a sea of blue
If you try to remember the things you've forgot,
More things slip off from a slackened hand
Tighten your grip to the things you have
And don't try to remember the dreams you've had
I've killed all the ones that could have been friends
And now that they're gone there's no one left
All I've got to talk to is me
I'm the only person left for me to be around
And I don't like myself much
Too many things have made me sad
Too many things to make me cry
I don't want to have to feel this shit
I want to be empty of it all
Like a spider presiding over an empty web.
Flesh and Bones
...Everything goes
Friends go
Family goes
People go
Things go
Everything goes, memory goes
And empty shells of flesh and bones
Are all that's left of things that go
No more answers, no more comfort
Nothing left of all you had
Everything you thought you knew
Is swept away by a sea of blue
If you try to remember the things you've forgot,
More things slip off from a slackened hand
Tighten your grip to the things you have
And don't try to remember the dreams you've had
I've killed all the ones that could have been friends
And now that they're gone there's no one left
All I've got to talk to is me
I'm the only person left for me to be around
And I don't like myself much
Too many things have made me sad
Too many things to make me cry
I don't want to have to feel this shit
I want to be empty of it all
Like a spider presiding over an empty web.