Insanity Poem by Demen ...

Walking along deaths path with a sword in my hand
thin as a tight rope im struggling to stand.
On the left there is sanity, on the right its insane
nobody left here for my heart to blame.
The gushing wind pushes like whirling desert sands
my life is a nuisance like none understand.
So give me a chance, and ill show you with glee
a pretty little boy and a sad little me
confused and alone in a world full of sin
the demons encroach, will he let them in?

A heart black as coal, a soul burnt to crisp
a blade cuts so deep, along his pale wrist
yet no one will care as long as he lives
another young freak, who nobody gives -
a sound at the window a crack of the glass
a gun shot is sounded, the insane final laugh
His smile of gold, his gun of pure steel
a dance of enjoyment and his mind sharp like a needle
Insane is his name, chaos his game
and a little boy falls to his knees
the poor little boy cries out, oh his pleas
'Let me live kind sir, dont hurt me oh please!
I wont tell anyone, its me please believe! '
but the insane wont budge, insanity is great
he blew the boys brains out with a smile on his face.