End of Bliss

End of Bliss

Madness stalks the halls

Searching, searching

Ribbons of death fly through the air

Ripping, killing

Insanity laughs while Anguish screams

Food turns to ashes

As they twist, to see
They are cut down by Anger

Withering they fade, shimmer, depart

Surprise, the first, lies cold and alone

Singing its demise, Insanity gazes, watching

Waiting to execute light without a care

Terror crouches hiding, hiding
Victims swell as Common Sense comes too late, far too late

As Lunacy searches, seeking
Hiding, Sadness sobs its sad song

Alone, so alone

While Insanity grins with devilish delight

As it stalks the halls full of terror and might
Bravery comes to the rescue

Arriving too late, too late

Blood red flowers sprinkle the ground

Groaning, groaning

Madness sees Courage coming, coming

And its sense of might turns into dread

So Insanity tells itself to die

While on the top, at the peak

It turns its power of life on its soul

And shreds itself to ribbons

To flee, escape

The penalty Justice brings

A day of spring has turned to the chill of winter

In just an hour one hour
Sadness wonders, How? Why? To What Cause?

Did ribbons of death come through the halls?

Killing Bliss in a single breath

The greatest injustice is Madness picking its own death.

                                                                 -S.N.D.

Whenever I hear of some public attack that involves guns/shootings/death/people....
I think of this poem I wrote back in high school (shown above)

And I continue to wonder "why?"

Why did the shooter decide to tear apart our happy lives, and bring terror crashing down?

What was the point of that demonstration?

Overall...this poem is a tribute, to those emotional scarred from the dark days of dealing with an individual who chooses to take the utmost revenge...that of taking a life.

And in many cases deprives the surviving victims of justice by taking their own life as well after they've killed their marks.

The question is...will we let these events effect us for the rest of our lives? Or grow from the experience and become stronger, instead of shrivelling from bitterness because of what happened to be tossed our way.

Until you next read these words;

I'll be watching the leaves.

Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi