Haunted Lunacy Poetry

True love is a lie told by a devil with the most beautiful eyes.

I’m drowning in you, / gasping for my final breath, / sinking to my death.

Christmas depression, / sleep the merry day away, / ghosts invade my head.

I have let you go, / my heart is no longer yours, / goodbye sweet Angel .

Fuck me up again, / my heart is almost destroyed, / please finish the job.

My heart keeps beating, / in spite of the piece hanging / from your bloody lips.

You taste of poison, / so sweet to my wanting lips, / death by an Angel.

Wanting and needing, / you abandoned me bleeding, / oh how you hurt me.

A promise to stay, / the poison lie on your lips, / take my heart with you.

My sweetest angel, / the one that mattered the most, / now a bitter ghost.

The angels hand slipped  away, I had to let her go, and oh how I fell for her, fell into this hell I know . The darkness and despair, they comfort me at night, as sorrow whispers sweetly, it going to be alright. The demons lips, they kiss my flesh, and burn it all away. this skeleton is all that is left of the man she once betrayed. A tormented soul I will be for  all eternity, with a broken heart I reach once again, for the angel that abandoned me.

Come back to my heart, / I will let you back inside, / destroy me again.

Fuck you for ripping my heart  from my chest, for all this pain you did create. Your angel eyes, they drew me in, your devils smile, it sealed my  fate. Your icy fingers caressed my skin, as I dropped my walls and let you in, then silently you brought me to my  knees, and with a firm grip you began to squeeze, but still I would not let you go, in spite of the pain I loved you so. You were a demon just like the rest, so fuck you for ripping my heart from my chest. The sad part is I would let you back in to start this death all over again. I would relive all that you put me  through, fuck you for making me fall in  love with you.

I wept for your ghost, / suffering without your touch, / silence is so loud.

Presents wrapped and placed under the tree, but there is nothing  wrapped that belongs  to me.  Your arms are all I long to feel, but your ghost is the only thing that is real. So I sit beside the tree and cry, and pray that you would just reply, for you just simply  walked away, and now I’m all alone on Christmas Day. I can never have the one thing I have wanted, so tonight I will spend  this Christmas haunted.

Christmas mourning tears, / your ghost my only present, / alone and haunted.

Anger consumes me, / I wasted my love on you, / your heart is my grave.

Silent screaming soul, / no words to describe my pain, / tormented within.

So fucking lonely, / does anyone even care? / existence is pain.

I will forget you, / someday I will heal within, / be still broken heart.

The burden you bear, / wears a face as sinister / as my own. Hate me.

Never feel again, / cold, icy, walls surround me, / guard me from her touch.

Sadness creeps within, / wrapping it’s fingers around / my heart, squeezing tight.

Does anyone fucking care? No! No one is ever there. I’m just tossed aside like the trash that I am, no one loves me, no one  gives a damn. No one to hold me as I  weep, so tonight I cry myself to sleep. I scream so loudly, yet nobody will hear. I dream so profoundly, but I awaken and you’re still not here. I shout and I sob, and curse the god above, why do you hate me so, when all I need is just your  love.

I don’t want to feel, / screams echo from deep within, / oh god make it stop.

It takes my breath away,  the illusion that I’m standing still. When actually I’m falling, falling back into the feels. The feels that took my heart, and ripped it from chest. the feels that ripped into my soul, and left the pieces for the rest. The butterflies, they again invade, devouring the monster, the monster that she once had made. now it takes my breath away, The illusion that I am still the man, the man that she once threw away. Oh but not to you , you that thinks I hung the moon, the butterflies may be here  today, but soon you will discard me too.

God sent down an angel to save me from this pain. She wrapped her arms  around my heart , and said you’ll never  be the same.  I took the angel by the hand and begged her to forever stay, she gently sat down by  my side and whispered  it’s ok. I promise not to leave you and always  give you love, God made  me just for you in heaven  up above . so I touched  her face and kissed her lips and said I will never let go, I will be the last caress you will ever need to know.

It hurts too much to sleep tonight, for she is no longer here to make it  alright. Her gentle words no longer soothe my soul, so I sit here and weep, oh how I miss her so. I toss and turn and lie on my bed, her voice it haunts me inside of my  head. It hurts too much to sleep tonight,  without her here to hold me tight.

Becoming the monster that  lies within, the old me is gone I am shedding my skin. The devil has now come to play, you created me and then you ran away. Now you look upon me with eyes of fear, for you know it’s too late, you brought me here . Now accept this monster I have  become, and the consequences  of what you have done. My beating heart, it loved you so, now it stands still, callous and cold. My love for you will always be, buried within this monster inside  of me.

It came upon a midnight clear,  your bloody hands, they drew me near./ I kissed your lips and held you tight,  we both knew I would not survive the night./ With a gentle sigh and a silent breath,  I looked into the eyes of my impending death./ Such beauty lies within your smile,  I implore you please, let’s just sit awhile./ There is no need to rush for I will not flee, I just want to hold you close to me./ We will speak of all the words unsaid, oh, how you get inside of my head./ Just one last kiss before we say goodbye, please comfort me in this one last cry./ You were sent to me at gods behest, my sweetest love, my angel of death./

She cuts me deep, but I love her so. I long to wrap my arms around her, even as the blood still flows. With every tear she makes me cry, I will make myself to blame,  and apologize for the blade that she uses to inflict my pain.  Round and round on the devils dance floor I can never let her go,  I’ll hold her tight and kiss her lips, for this dance is all I know.

There is an abyss of broken  stars within those angel eyes, galaxies of scars and pain  that shimmer when she cries. Oh to be an astronaut and drift among those stars, floating through the space of her kissing every scar.

I miss my best friend, I love her so. To me she is the world, I can never let her go. Though she doesn’t miss me, still I hope and pray, that she will come back and decide to stay. This broken heart I can’t console, without her my demons, they gain control.  So I weep in silence, and pray this heart mends, for I miss my angel, the ghost of my friend. 

The poets curse is to hold this pen, to write the words that hurt within, to weep alone and spill this ink, when all he wants is to cease to think. These pages stained with memories  so dear, he keeps them close and pretends she’s near. Immortal words, his ink will flow, he can never truly let her go.

The wall is finished, none shall pass, No more bricks to lay, she was the last. So I say goodbye and retreat within, and mourn the loss of my dearest friend. She is the soul I will miss the most, my heart will forever be haunted by her ghost. Isolated, I feel so sick, as I gently place my final brick.

Suffering sweet soul, / loneliness my only friend / no ear to listen.

Goodbye November, take her with you as you go. Whisk away my broken heart, the darkest pain I will ever know. Her ghost will haunt the months ahead, and torment me deep within my soul. Sweet November take her please. It’s time for me to let her go.

It was stupid of me to think that you could ever love me, to think that you would place no one else above me,  to make me your stars,  when you were my moon,  I gave you my heart, and you sent it to its doom.  In spite of all that you still hold it in your hand,  you grip it so tightly,  it’s more than I can stand. I still love you. I just wanted you   to know.  I pray to god every night that he  would please help me let you go, but I can’t and it kills me, it hurts so deep inside,  so I retreat within myself,  for it’s my only place to hide,  but your there too,  I cannot escape you no matter what I do,  I fell in love,  I guess my heart is stupid too.

I saw it in a dream, the fear, it did provoke a scream. It woke me from  my sleep, Drenched in sweat, I began to weep. So from my bed  I arose, and grabbed  my pen to compose this prose, writing words of beckoning dread, this  dream of you inside my head. It was only fiction, my heart, it knew, for in this dream you whispered,  ”I love you”. 

I wept for her ghost, / before she was even gone, / haunted in her arms.

Our love was just a made up theory  based on a ghost town, we used to walk these streets together until  you stopped coming around. Empty haunted buildings  where love once dared to dwell. filled with broken memories this  place is now my hell. Whispers in the hallways, remind me that your gone, your arms, they used to hold me, in this place we called a home. Now i sit within these desolate walls, in this empty hollow town, where love once dared to dwell, and you once came around.

Oh sweet gentle death, / wrap me in your cold embrace, / my heart has wilted.

She has the hair of an Angel and the devil in her eyes. All of hell weeps for her when she hangs her head and sighs. Stripped of her wings and the halo she once  wore. Damned to roam the earth, condemned  forevermore. As long as I breath she will never come to harm, I’ll take that fallen angel and wrap her safely in my arms.

I carry your heart with me, kept in a box next to a bloody knife and my broken dreams, ever closer to the blade, It still beats in rhythm with  my own.

Every whisper and every flaw, every touch, this heart recalls. Eyes that move this soul to sin, a smile that stirs all that dwell within.  A beauty that fill the angels with envy, I also feel it, for she is not with me. A pain inside for which there is no cure, this heart only beats because I love her.

My love means nothing, / your crimson kiss stains my skin, / drain me sweet lover.

Demons bare their teeth, / when you think that they are gone, / pierce my skin once more.

My soul fans the flames, / one by one the witches burn, / cursed smoke fills my heart.

She’s full of poison / and sharp objects, oh how I / long for destruction.

I am a nightmare, / a beautiful screaming fuck, / love me in the dark .

Glowing embers fall, / erotic burning petals, / the rose burns alone.

Exhausted. Depressed. / Chaotic thoughts plague my mind. / Anxiety’s gentle kiss

This void deep inside, / is only filled by your smile, / I cant let you go.

My heart must let go, / of the one I have wanted, / but will never know.

I have built the wall,  but oh what it has cost, With every brick that  hides my heart,  It reveals a piece of me, that I have lost. brick by brick, piece by piece, my soul it sighs, my heart does cease. My darkest thoughts , my only friend . For within these walls, no one gets in , But woe to those  who dare peak inside. Im haunted by ghosts in this place I hide. My heart has wilted. My mind is sick. Oh God! I have built , these walls to thick .

Come little spider, please lend me your eyes, spin your seductive web as my soul  slowly dies. Caught  in your trap, I’m tangled in fear. Come little spider please lend me your ears. I know that your going to sink your fangs in, bleeding me dry of what  is left deep within . I came so willingly to be  destroyed, come little  spider, release me into  the void.

The poets heart once loving  and bold, now bitter and dark, silent and cold. The pieces they crumbled until nothing remained, Just a frigid, quiet void, where he kept all of his pain.  Never again would the  poet feel love, he will shut  out them all, even god up  above. Do not seek out his heart or reach for his  hand, just let him feel nothing so he will not  be hurt once again.

We took our vows at the alter, promised to love and never falter. Sealed with a kiss, till death do us part, little did I know that  you would rip out my heart. Time went on  and years went by. Slowly our love, it did slowly die. The time has come, for this union to end. Wasted years, we’re  now only friends. With a poison kiss we both said I do, a slow painful death  is all we went through . On this blank piece of paper I write with  my pen a vow to never  get married again.

There’s a emptiness inside, a deep screaming void , a longing desperate need, for a heart, a heart that isn’t mine. Sobbing screams of wretched pain, escape my lips, piercing  the darkness, this heart of mine has gone insane. Save me! Save me from the whispers, the whispers that only  say her name. Fingers wrapped  around my heart, a gentle touch  of searing pain. Oh God please, please hear  my cries, still this beating broken heart.  Silence my unending sighs.

Bricks stacked one by one, / building walls to make me numb, / hide my breaking heart.

In everything that I say and do, my heart will be waiting, waiting on you . No matter where you are, or what your going through , You will have a place in my mind, and it’s waiting too. When you find love, Even if it’s not me. My soul will still wait, for all of eternity .

Building my walls high and wide, protecting what’s left  of me inside. Each new day brings a brand new brick, to hide this heart  that’s lonely and sick. Someday when love  seeks me and calls, I will be safely fortified,  behind these walls.

Waking breathless scream, / nightmares dwell beneath my skin, / calm them with your touch.

Brick by brick my heart slowly disappears. vanishing from the world forevermore.  No longer will it see the light  of day, or be on display for  all to ignore . trampled under foot it will no  longer be, safely hidden  behind my walls, within the   cage inside of me. So brick by brick, day by day. till I no longer feel this way.

Bewitched by her wiles, / heart held hostage by her whims, / never let me go .

I can write  the most beautiful  lines of poetry and  endless pages of  prose, but if my  words dry not your tears and fail to cease your woes. then they  have meant  nothing . 

Tears fall drop by drop, / so helpless to make it stop , / heart breaks piece by piece.

My heart beats in chaotic rhythmic motions, patiently waiting for a touch that will never be. For her heart beats  for another soul , and that soul does not belong to me. I write these words with trembling hands and an ache so deep inside.  I only wish to see her smile, even if she is not mine.

Kindred souls,  you and I, I pray our lips  should never meet, for the first kiss  always reveals, how are hearts will  cease to beat.

Loneliness is me, / held only by the darkness, / cry myself to sleep.

I will collect every piece of your heart that he breaks  away, put them in a box on my shelf and keep  them stashed away. Later when your shedding tears and facing stormy  weather. I’ll take that box  from my shelf and piece  them back together.

There is poetry in her eyes, words unspeakable, for their  beauty would render my heart still. There is music in her smile, a thousand symphonies all at once, angelic sounds  of heavenly chaos. No human dares to listen, for a mere mortal it would  kill. There is beauty in her heart, unmatched by any painting that Picasso ever touched.  A thousand brushes could  not paint it, for there is  simply just too much. Should my mind be at a loss for words,  I would borrow them  from her eyes. Should my soul ever  weep, She would heal it with her smile. Should I ever feel alone, her heart is where I will  hide.

There’s an angel  behind those sad eyes, and in those rare  moments she smiles, his demons tremble.  The angel hangs her head and cries., as he waits outside  of her temple. Her wings are wilted  and worn, For the battle has  been rough. She only wants to  be seen, and shown she  is enough . So dry your eyes majestic one, your tears should  never fall. There is a heart that  see’s your glow, and you will be his all.

Bleeding from my heart, / love is a destructive force, / I don’t want to feel.

Treat me as you will, / I am but a broken rose, / wilting at your touch.

Trampled hearts like broken roses, never mend or bloom again. The petals wilt and cease to breath , Only the the thorns and pain remain.

Vows ripped to pieces, / trust a distant memory, / invisible scream.

adulterous heart, / shallow words hold not the glue, / shattered I remain.

The moon need not shine, / for her light illuminates, / his darkest moments.

Look at me, an abomination  to the mirror, a broken mind and a hollow soul. a man unlovable with thoughts scattered in the wind, suffering hell for my own sins. Look at me,  I bleed, I cry , I thrust my fist into the wall. searching for a smile lost in the darkness, where  I left it, I don’t recall. Such woe and heartache, such suffering and pain. Look at me, a man left on his knees, so lost and so insane.

Tormented inside, / screaming quietly alone, / pretending to smile.

The things I don’t talk about, the things I don’t say. These are the things that fester, and eat my soul away. These things they rend and tear the inside apart, trapped within my rib cage, eating pieces of my heart. These things I don’t write about, not a single word.  Not a single drop of ink is spilled, Lest it be cryptic and absurd. So I close my eyes and  take a breath when these gifts the darkness brings. I leave them all unopened  and still wrapped, in the  corner with all these things.

I am nothing,  an empty scream that no one hears, crying out into the darkness to be saved, but no-one  comes. I am no-one, a ghost of a man, a lonely soul wandering in the darkness,  praying for his last breath,  but even God doesn’t care. I am but a whisper, an endless sigh from  the lips of the dying waiting to be silenced . no one hears me, no one cares. I am a ghost, I am nothing.

The darkness holds me,  It loves me so. It pulls me under  to the sweet below. It caresses my skin and tells me it’s ok, confronts my demons and makes them go away. It’s sit quietly and listens  to my tales of woe, and with a gentle kiss, tells me to let them go. It holds my hand and whispers this is the end, Now close your eyes and just let me in. There is much beauty that you have yet to  know. Follow me now, into the sweet below.

Bleeding quiet thoughts, / longing to just fade away, / my heart beats no more.

Weeping on my knees / wrap your hands around my heart / rip it from my chest.

A heart in pieces, / silent tears escape my eyes, / weeping for a friend.

Such a wild explosion of magnificent  words, She keeps inside that heart of hers. Waiting for her to set them free, Onto the page for all to see. Oh what a beautiful sound, to finally hear those words she found. She will feel the ink and heal her soul, pick up her pen and be made whole. Such a wild explosion of magnificent  words. The poetry within that heart of hers.

Pray to lift this curse, / harden my heart, make it cold, / cease my soul to care.

Disappearing soul, / escape this abhorrent skin, / forever a curse.

Longing to matter, / desiring to be missed, / still I weep alone.

Noises in my head, / silent screaming thoughts of you, / pray for endless sleep.

Waiting for a whisper, to tell me I’m ok. Waiting for the gentle words, to color these  feelings of grey. The demons in my head they tell me, that no one  really cares. So I’m waiting  for a whisper to tell me  someone’s there. I know my mind is telling  lies, and filling me with fear, but still I long to hear those  words, “I will always be right  here.”

The fear lies quietly  beneath my skin, afraid of the ghosts behind your eyes. Afraid to be haunted once again, your revenant it screams and terrifies. My sins remembered, I can never forget. For your ghost it whispers, I’m not done with you yet.

Splintered broken soul, / dark screaming chaotic mind, / silent, slow decay.

Stars fell when her gaze  fell upon them, for they  could not compete with  the beauty in her eyes. The moon grew dark  and gave up its light , for she was enough  to light the way. The devil bowed and  backed away, for not  even he could destroy  a soul such as hers . God rested and looked upon her for he had  created the perfect  angel.

Heart ceases to beat. / Awkward eyes, they bleed me so. / Kill me with your kiss.

Hesitant to breath. / My heart beats inside it’s cage. / Sweet release awaits.

The demons inside of me, they sink their teeth so deep. Devouring my flesh from the  inside out, I still feel them  when I sleep.  The screams inside my head, they bring me to my knees. What’s left of me is dying , It’s getting harder to breath . So I pour a drink to numb the pain, and drown the demons within. I might as well pour it down  the drain, for, my demons have learned to swim.

Poets view the world differently, the beauty it portrays. The way the leaves fall from the  trees, and majestically decay. Every sunset a thousand words, Every raindrop a phrase , Every snowflake a million  syllables, arranged in ink  to amaze.

Do they think me mad? Do they  judge me insane? Do they hang me from the gallows,  for this tragedy Inside my brain? With  their wretched fingers they point, and with their condemning eyes  they stare. their trial has been  decided unjust and unfair. Do  they seek to lock me away for these words that I write?  Will they come to slay their devil under the darkness of night.  No! I will pick up my pen the  poet said, and fight to the  death with these words inside  my head. I will drown them in  the ink of my sorrow and my pain.  I will rend their soul to pieces and  make them love me once again. I ask again. Do they think me mad?  I think they do, For, these words that I write, I write about you.

Come one, come all, join my  cult of poetry, we will surely  have a ball. Kool aid and cookies   will be had by one and all. We will   arm ourselves with pens , and slay   them with our words. We will use our tears as ink, and  write until it hurts. Later we will will read from the  works of Edgar Allen Poe, this will  be the last holy book that you will  ever know. We will spend our day  reciting this sacred, holy verse,  then later in the evening things  will get much worse. We will  place our pens on the table   and end this silent war, and   lift our cups of kool aid,  to quote the raven, we will be  “never more”. 

I will not be blocked! The poet said. There must be more demons inside this mad head. They live In every sigh  and thought that I think, but yet they   refuse to come out in this ink. The voices they whisper, on deaf ears they fall, for I can write nothing, nothing at all. I scream to the heavens, please purge me of sin! Please let me write those dark words again. Gone is the madness I once held so dear, It once filled these pages with tragedy and fear . So I pick up my pen and stare at the wall, but the devil inside me doesn’t  come when I call, for I can write nothing, nothing at all.

Of all the haunted places I have been through, Nothing could prepare me for the ghost of you . Wandering lost in a world divine, Seeking the spell to make your spirit mine. Searching through pages in libraries of arcane, but no magic can bring you back from your spiritual  Plane. So I look for your ghost, And my eyes, they cry, but I only find rooms now empty inside. So I sit and I wait hoping you will soon haunt me again. My beautiful curse, My specter, my friend.

You followed me,  I thought you cared. I followed you back, then you were no longer there. I cry to the heavens oh god why me, what have I done for you to leave me be. How will I go on without you in my stats. The desperate ones of Instagram, Oh well that is that.

There are days when my mind screams with rage, and I lock  myself inside this cage, but you bring the keys  and set me free, and command the demons to leave me be. You’re always there when I push you away, and always know the words to say. Sometimes I’m broken  and need to mend, but you remind me it’s not the end.  So thank you for always being there, for unconditional  love and endless care. The devil inside can never win, when by my side is my  best friend.

Words mean nothing. The poet said as he slammed his book shut and tossed his pen   to the floor. Just noise, syllables of   a discontent madman, and nothing   more.  Just phrases sculpted by our demons,  letters shaped from our screams. Quiet utterances of our deepest fears , Fuzzy memories of our distant dreams. The ink will dry, the pages will rot. We will die and they will remember us not. Words mean nothing the poet said  as he picked his pen up from the floor  and opened his book, but her,  she means everything, he said as he began to write once more .

In the darkest forest the black orchid blooms. With petals of never ending sorrow, for no light it consumes. It’s sepals are wilting, by no hands it’s been touched , choked by the shadows,  longing to be clutched. It muses in silence,  that it could be a rose, but alone in this darkness the black orchid grows. Oh, to have lips that could  speak, or eyes that could cry. For then it would weep, and let out a sigh, but in this dark forest the black orchid blooms, amongst these dead trees, It’s death so soon looms.

If Ghosts could speak, they would whisper your name. Haunting my soul  with reveries of shame. The wistfully speaking  specters, they would  torment me so, with  musings of mental  anguish that will never let me go.  It would be my hell, my consequence to reap. To be all alone with these ghosts that  could speak.

Every ache of the poets heart, Spills ink onto the page that  rip our souls apart. Every stroke of the poets pen, bleeds syllables that make us feel, time and time again. Every tear the poet cries, is shed for us, as his soul dies, and when the poets writing  is through, He hopes you feel that you  would of loved her too.

Head full of whispers, / toxic thoughts invade and kill. / Mental illness screams.

The siren temptress joyfully sings of haunted, quiet, fragile things. Her voice on the wind, lost souls it brings, to meet their death  beneath her wings.  She patiently waits and sings her songs, into her grasp each victim is drawn. Heart torn from chest, flesh ripped from  bone. The last sound they heard was her  sweet siren song.  So beautiful, the enchantress ,   such a sight to behold , but   within her chest a heart beats so   cold.   Cover your ears,  and avert your eyes.  For, her kiss is deadly,  her touch, your demise.

She reaches for her halo, but never can she touch. The heavens have cast her out, now her demons are her crutch. She dresses in her madness, and unfurls her tattered wings. She tries to fly, but sadness, won’t let her do these things. An angel bound to roam  this earth with a wilted  broken soul. Seeking only the gentle  solace, of her halos golden glow. 

The heart is sinful, In the way it makes  us love. It holds us captive to the whims of angels, that  fell from heaven  up above.

Damned to an eternity  of writing this haunted verse,  emotions ripped from my soul, this pen is my  curse. Thoughts and feelings  deteriorate my mind,  but only this pen and paper,  do I find.   No one to listen,   no one to care, but the ink, oh yes, the ink,  the ink is always there. Black with depression,  thick from the pain, My heart defined in  a little dark stain. These words are my madness  bleeding from within. This pen is my curse, this ink is my sin.

Such beautiful daffodils  lay dead at her feet. Wilted and broken, dead petals so sweet. She tramples them  and smiles, for she feels  no pain. she giggles with  delight and grows dark  once again. She’s silent in the shadows, where eyes do not see. Her heart kept in a box, and hidden from thee. No eyes can behold her, nor arms hold her tight, lest he become as the  daffodils, at her feet tonight .

Deep within me two beast  do dwell, Each gnashing their teeth and  bleeding like hell. Fighting to the death for my  fragile human soul, The one that I feed,  is the one that gains  control. The dark one is brutal  and dominates the light , The light one is vigilant and  won’t give up the fight . They claw and they scratch ,  clench their teeth around my  heart. Spitting pieces into  my mind  that tear my soul apart. 

She frolicked amongst the  devils daisies., trampling under foot each  and every one. Whimsical laughter escapes  her lips, an endless ballet of  maniacal fun. Her feet move gracefully  through the grass, Her arms swing violently  through the air. Singing the sweet song  of her demons, Performing for an audience  that isn’t there. Beautifully mad, erotic, and crazy, The girl that frolics amongst the devils  daisies.

Dance with the lunatic  beneath the devils moon. Delirium’s sweet kiss, unending chaotic swoon. Pirouette for the madman, Sway to his song. Welcome to his ballet of broken souls.