The Face of Insanity

June 30, 2009
By Katherine Budak BRONZE, Los Angeles, California
Katherine Budak BRONZE, Los Angeles, California
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The fog swirled around me and
A liquid orb dripped down my cheek
I stared up at the frozen, broken sun
Another tear had drowned my eye
The moon was laughing at me
I lay there on the cold, cracked pavement as my killer left me to ponder
My lovely escape to the world of night
The blood had dried over my pale skin
Now it seemed so crimson, gold
The diamond dust skies above
With stars that dot the blue
Something taken over me
And now it’s crawling back for you
This is the story of my eternal demise
My very own, undone suicide

Down I say
Down to the cold
Down to the crimson of
The crimson gold

The shadows of a blackened heart
Gather beneath a laughing moon


My killer leaves me to ponder
My lovely escape into the world of night
Under the broken frozen sun
Nothing is real
Nothing ever survives
This is the story of my utter demise
My very own, undone suicide

Shattered bells ring in my throbbing head
My mind has been crystalized
Doom has found me
It seeped through the darkness
Its turned the sunrise upside down
Now the sun sets forevermore
In this vile world filled with gore

Time for school
Time to die
There goes the bell
Ready? they say
Everyone put on your masks

Down I say
Down to the cold
Down to the crimson of
The crimson gold

Now I see it
Finally . . .
A way out of this misery
The exodus of souls
Of agonizing essence
How I tire of this lifeless listless lethargy
That society loves to call life

Farewell
For I know
This valediction was not
In vain
There is no blame

The face of insanity

The author's comments:
I was rather depressed at the time, but I still like the way I wrote it haha. Anyway, I hope you might somehow like it.

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