Johnny



Gotta kill someone

Gotta paint the wall red.

Blood's the only life

Still fresh from the dead.

Dammit, it's fading,

It's turned brown again.

Gonna paint a fresh coat

With your blood, now, my friend.

It I don't keep the wall fed,

It's gonna get free,

And then It's gonna come

Right after me!

I don't wanna die,

So I'll kill you instead.

It ain't nothing personal,

Don't let it get to your head.

Goddamn it, Nail Bunny,

Let me have my fun!

I know it's not nice,

But it's gotta get done.

Uh-oh, the wall moved

It needs fresh blood once more

So I turn on my heels

And I dash through the door.

Gotta kill, gotta kill,

Gotta feed the wall blood.

Better hurry it up,

Or my name'll be mud!

Wait a minute- he's perfect!

What style and finesse!

I know I should feel bad,

But what's one person less?

This is the hard part-

Dragging him back.

Dead weight is so heavy,

I feel like I'll crack!

Now I'm painting my wall

And it's happy- Hooray!

Looks like I can live

For one more little day.

So it's back out tomorrow

To find that perfect hue;

Someone to die for my wall.

Who knows – it may be you.



Call it twisted or evil or whatever, but I had just read my first issue a few weeks ago, and I fell in love with it. So one fateful morning on a bright and sunny day, I woke up and thought to myself, "Hey! I should write a poem about Johnny the Homicidal Maniac!" So I did. I write a lot of original poems, too, but there are/will be too many to post up. If anyone's interested (Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!!) in reading them, email me, and I'd be glad to share them.



"I can't say I'm very pleased with where my life is now… but I can't help but look forward to where it's going."



See you later, space cowboy.

Kourui Kurenai