So there was no longer any Johnny \'2 bad\'.
There was no longer any fame.
\'Wells\' or his inmate number,
was now his only name.
For one year Johnny waited and waited.
He knew that there were no more games.
The only time Johnny was let out,
was the day his court date came.
The court room was practically empty.
Where were Johnny\'s so called friends?
He did not see anyone to support him.
He was thrown into the lion\'s den.
The Judge took one look,
at now seventeen year old Johnny,
as Johnny looked back with a straight face.
Poor Johnny never had a chance.
From the beginning,
it was an open and shut case.
So Johnny stood solid as a rock.
He could feel painfully his every breath.
The Judge cleared his throat,
\"With two counts of murder,
in the first degree,
I sentence you, Johnny Wells to death\".
Johnny\'s face would not budge,
until he heard a woman behind him scream.
Then a silent tear rolled down his face,
as he hoped that it was all a bad dream.
Johnny left the courtroom in chains,
without any time to look back.
He said with his head down,
quietly to himself,
\"I\'m sorry mom.
Forgive me for everything I\'ve ever lacked\".
There was no more jail for Johnny.
All he looked forward to was death after prison.
Still, he sadly knew,
there was no one else to blame -
not the law, the judge,
the people he shot,
or the system.