Haunted Lunacy Poetry

Silent words whispered beneath the sounds of the pouring rain .Hushed tones of forgotten love. A cold embrace to calm the pain, as our souls are cleansed by the water above. Chaos screams behind my eyes, As you take my hand and calm the cries. My demons are silent, they have no say . When washed by the rain that is Becca hay.

I crept inside so quietly, and saw her down on bended knee. Praying to a god who would not care, I gripped her throat, she gasped for air . She convulsed and cried, and tried to scream. I whispered softly, it’s just a dream. Tomorrow you’ll wake up to a brand new day,  She breathed her last as her god walked away.

I bet the devil has beautiful eyes. Eyes that burn with fire and dreadful delight . The lies within them taste so sweet to my tongue. The soul beyond them, the gallows from which I am hung.  The eyes they hold my gaze as the lips move so gracefully filling my ears with madness and manipulation. Ensnaring my soul in the sweet prison of her hell.