Johnny and the Wall

by Doomology

This is a poem I wrote for a creative writing class, it's an imitation of Charles Baudelaire's poem Destruction, with a Johnny twist. The theme of the work is the wall that Nny feeds with blood from his friends.

Johnny and the Wall (A JTHM inspired imitation of Destruction)

Next to me the Thing fidgets like a nervous child,

Dancing around my still frame, just out of reach.

I move closer, take the paintbrush in my hand,

I feed it, always feed it, for I am its slave,

I am its and it is mine, we are one in the same.

Every now and again, knowing my obsession with justice for the wrongly persecuted

It tricks me, taking the form of a hypocritical fool,

Who, on some pretext of self-superiority and righteousness

Drives me to burn with a need to enlighten them to my painful reality,

created from their childish insults and brutal tortures.

And so I follow him, long gone beyond redemption,

Shaken and pursued by the demons of depression,

to the wide and endless plain of Damnation,

the catacombs of pain and self-repulsion I keep in my soul.

Flaunting before my self-loathing eyes

the discarded flesh of my victims,

the etched looks of horror as they realize their inevitable end,

and my knives, the bloody instruments of it's feeding.