I did this poem when I was in an awful mood because I had just broken up with my boyfriend of two years. I was reading it and I realized that it kind of expresses what Johnny may have felt after Devi ran away.

Enjoy!

Farewell

A scream. A groan. A painful gasp.

The knife held tightly in my grasp.

The night is old, the day is too,

the stars are young, but very few.

I'm going over the stars tonight,

I'm tired of this lonely fight.

Evil voices haunt me daily,

my heart beats fast, most unstably.

The one I love has run away,

so I'm leaving the Earth this day.

The blood of life is on my hands,

a tear falls as the wound expands.

I said that "I will not be weak",

yet I cry as pains reach their peak.

Everything's blurry; I cannot see

the knife that's just in front of me.

I feel light-headed; I just can't think.

I sigh as, to the floor, I sink.

The sound all stops, the colors swirl,

as to a fetal ball I curl.

My painful, rigid breathing slows,

as my unfocused eyes half-close.

"Your love is something that I lack."

My last thought before it all goes black.