Haunted Lunacy Poetry

She quiets my soul when I am down, She grips my hand when I try to drown.  She whispers words that silence my screams She takes the nightmares from my dreams. A weeping angel, I feel her soul. A beautiful goddess , she is my soul.

He woke in the night and for her ghost he did reach . Feeling emptiness beside him , her name he did speak . He opened up his eyes and saw that she was gone , He opened up his mind, for he could not be alone.    Walls painted with a broken soul,  His thoughts of her drip from a hole. No longer does he hear her whispers in his ear, He finally let her go , though his light did disappear

It’s sad that love can be a good thing, a meaningful beautiful thing that’s magical and cause great joy. But love can also be agony. A devil that haunts your very existence, a waking nightmare . Love in the wrong hands is a dangerous weapon of self destruction Love makes a sane man sound like an insane obsessed maniac I hate love  I clench my fist and yell at God For Damning me with the very soul I am forced to bear The devil himself trembles at the torment and anguish that holds my soul in eternal dispare. There’s is a dark beauty amidst the pain and torment  The suffering of a silent scream  The whispers of the waiting demons, the burning of a soul forever lost in your beautiful suffering 

Eyes that torment the soul from within, Wings that carry the weight of your sins. Lips that poison the  one that they touch. Hands that stop the heart that they clutch. Arms that hold and suffocate to death, Feet that run when there’s nothing left. Claws that grasp and drag you beneath  A smile that deceives and reveals angel teeth . Teeth that rend and tear away the flesh. Piercing the heart and stopping your breath .

Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend that im not here. There's no God to hear my cries and no devil to catch my tears. My skin crawls at the thought of the world outside. Demons in the darkness inside my head give me a haunted place to hide. I don't exist in my own world I'm just the dream of a God thats been long dead.

The world seeks to devour, it bears its sharpened teeth. It wears the disguise of humanitys smile, a handshake with the devil that lies beneath.

The beautiful people always make it The beautiful people always fake it The beautiful people always burn inside The beautiful people find a place to hide .

The world outside surrounds me, with bitterness and shame. The disguise I wear, it grounds me, but inside I'm not the same. The pain it takes to fake a smile, rips me from the interior. I crawl away to the shadows for awhile, where I feel less inferior. all the things I can never be, all the things I can never feel, all of myself I can never shed, this fucked up prison inside my head.

These thoughts, these demons, they just won't relent. A steady diet of pills to quiet the torment. A chaotic mind so peaceful and violent, Thoughts so wicked that the devil stood silent. If I'm washed in the blood Lord, please bring me peace. Unlock these chains and grant my release. The anger inside feels like a disease, Heal now this leper who's desperate on his knees.

Behind my eyes, the haunted sleep. Behind my lips, they fight to speak. Beneath my skin, they long to feel. Inside my head, they try to become real. When every breaths unwanted. When every thought is haunted. When every voice is a knife in my back. The shadows embrace comforts me .

A cold silent stare from the pictures of the dead, forever frozen in time, the moment becomes a memory.. To never again speak, to never again feel. Just a moment trapped in time, to never again be real. The camera flashes as life fades away, Just a cold distant reminder of my impending decay .

Distant whispers of the past haunt the hallways of my soul, forever reminding me of the burning not so far away. I sit alone in this prison cell where I quietly pass the time, a place where I am locked away, my haunted place to hide. A place to hide from the world, from the voices that cut so deep. A place to hide from the faces that laugh as I retreat . The eyes that judge, the mouths that condemn. The pointing fingers that hold the keys that lock me in this cell. So I sit and listen to the distant whispers that keep me in this hell

The conductor takes the stage and readies his baton. He gathers his composure and prepares to lead them on. He readies the players and waves his hands, the music ensues and obeys his demands. The audience sits in silent dismay, As the music takes their breath. The conductor is the reaper and the symphony their death . We dance the dance of mourning and sway in sympathies embrace. The patrons of the show have forever left this place. We smile and laugh and soon forget the tragic performance we saw. As though we'll never face the music, And sit in that concert hall. Our song is being written, the violin strings being tuned, the cello players practice, the piano players too. The woodwind players breath in deep and prepare to release their breath. The conductor takes the stage once more The symphony of our death .

It's in the other room, The answer to my haunted existance. It calls for me, it stays with me, it beckons to me in my dreams. It tells me that God no longer cares, It screams in my ears, and crawls beneath my skin. It stands before me and holds out its hands, revealing only the key, The key to the chains that wrap tightly around my chest, reminding me of my sins, reminding me of who I am and always will be.. I cry out to God but only silence is His reply.. It holds out its hands again, revealing a ticket, a ticket to the darkness that swallows us all in the end. On my knees, bound in chains, i weep for my haunted mind. What a wretch, what a devil, what a twisted soul for God to find..

I can feel the war deep within, The struggle for my soul, The soul thats drowning in sin. Is there salvation for the haunted, Is there a savior for the unwanted. Or is salvation just a dream in the mind of a tormented soul .

It lives within. It torments. It rends. It haunts my mind while I sleep. It wakes me and smiles to let me know it's in control. It feeds me fear when I'm awake. It grips my soul and feeds the snake. It says that God will never want me. It tells me it will forever haunt me. It tells me that the it in the other room wants to join us. It's relentless pursuit of my immortal soul It nails dug in, I've lost control.

Beneath my skin, Disguised by sin. Is the me that should have been. The me that I let go to waste, The me that I have grown to hate Am I foe or am I friend, It hard to know when I'm within. Will I greet myself with smiling face, Or with devils hands just bring disgrace. Will I seek a savior, hit my knees again, Or sell my soul, make the devil my friend. So many choices, which one to make. Always just one breath away from a moment too late.

There were no last words, just one final breath. A breath that told the world so many times of the sadness held deep inside. Inside a soul so broken, a haunted place to hide. There were many words he wanted to say, but no one cared they just looked away. Away from the silent screams hidden behind smiling lips. Hands out reached for someone to grip. So he sat alone and planned his demise. His head full of demons, his heart full of lies. Tears whisper the end as he faces his doom, the answer lies waiting in just the other room.

I feel like I'm trapped inside my own skin, inside my own head. I close my eyes and long to escape, to be someone else, to live a different life. I want to be someone that matters. If I could change anything about my life, it would be every single detail. Every morning I open my eyes and feel deep sadness. Every night I close my eyes and feel relief, like I can escape at least for a few hours. Why does God ignore me, why does He take such joy in putting me in this life. I have no meaning, no purpose, I'm a joke to everyone I know. even I can't stand me. I can't change my life, my mental health won't allow it. I long to be someone else so bad that I would give anything, even my soul to the devil.

A conscience seared by misery, Spoken words of my decay. A burning soul cries blissfully, Whisper now its not OK. Every broken promise In the word you claim is yours. The silence of indifference, Lead us now to the holy wars.

I reach for God, tears fill my eyes, His back turns away, my soul he denies. I hear a sweet voice with seductive charms, I turn to see darkness with wide open arms.

I never met a man who didn't have another face to hide. Deep down in the darkness with a knife clinched in its teeth.

madness is the pillow on which I rest my head at night. The comforting embrace of insanitys sweet slumber .

Just want to close my eyes and be someone else. To shed this skin and these cards I've been dealt. The cards have been stacked, the dealer unfair. Celestial chicanery, tricks to ensnare. Sins predecided, a life not my own. The house always wins, and I'm all alone

Inside my head, confusion and chaos. Inside my head, shackled and chained. Inside my head, haunted by shadows. Inside my head, the silence, it screams. Take my hand I'll lead you into my garden, Where fear grows wild, and madness blooms everyday. Noone understands why we stay here in this garden. Im blooming where I was planted.  madness waters me everyday .

We cannot see the damage done, A souls been lost, my brain is numb. Existence just a demons dream, There's no one left to hear me scream. What I always feared is what I've become, On devils strings I dance and run. This existence no longer in my control. God turned away and sold my soul .

I can hear them. Whispering from the darkness. Wandering beyond the edges of the light. Waiting patiently for the madness to ensnare me completely in its beautiful embrace. To bind me forever in its chains, And swallow the key.

I want to paint the screams inside my head. With colors of chaos, beauty, and comforting dread. Every brush stroke a eulogy to a mind imprisoned by madness.

They speak words of damnation, But no cause is in their mouth. Accusing fingers pointing Stretched forth from the hands of a wicked saint. Pointing towards the broken soul So undeserving. Oh broken and sorrowful soul. Become the devil the world made you to be. Become the devil it says you are. Spread your wings and make them tremble Bring them down from their lofty thrones Bring them up from their prideful knees. Show them your beautiful hell .

A vast foreboding sea of eternal despair, It's waves roll violently behind my eyes. Submerged in its darkest depths, forever drowning, a hopeless breath, a burning gasp. My watery prison holds me down, captive to a sea so unforgiving. A distant shadow lurks in the depths, Madness has come to offer me release, To give me breath,, so bitter, so sweet .

An angel wandered from heaven so far, To be with a devil so wounded and scarred. Demons bow down to the light that she brings. She wraps up the the devil in her angelic wings. When fire lights his eyes and screams fill his head, And hell fills his world with violence and dread. Her touch is enough to quiet his burning soul. Though she gave up a world of light up above. She kisses this devil and fills him with love .

Welcome to the show, It will begin in just a few. The stage is being prepared, Lunacy awaits his que. The evening will be filled with horror, madness and despair. The performers wait in silence for their chance to take you there. So grab a seat and settle in The curtain soon will rise. I hope to to entertain you with tales of my demise

Waiting in the darkness at the back of the stage.  the lunatic devil silently awaits his turn.  he's been biding his time and practicing his dance.  ready for the moment that the host give him his chance.  the curtain goes up and the light comes on.  the music is haunting and the host is gone.  the crowd stares in horror as the lunatic swings and sways.  His madness set in motion, his eyes a haunting gaze.  Oh to dance with the devil To look into his eyes. To feel his decaying fingers In the hands that once were mine

lurid, splendid darkness decay. Burning silence, screams on display for all too see in my museum of wretched macabre. seething hatred, silent, sacred. mutilated daydreams, wisdom of the insane welcome to my mortuary of whispered delusions echos of a rotting lullaby voices of the distant damned chains of eternal discontentment binding me to the devil I am

On bloody knees I cry out for salvation, I reach out for a God who never bothered to care. Entangled in sin, my souls occupation. The blood of a savior, a burden to bare. A blind eye is turned to the unfavored existance. A longing for hope looking to a back turned away. Tears streak my face in constant persistance. Rejected by a cross not meant for me today. The creator has spurned us, He could never care. All that's left to embrace is the forgotten hope and the devil's snare .

To be a devil at the end of every pointing finger. To kneel in silence and be all alone. Words whispered in judgment On the breath of every stranger. A wrath I must face, for my sins I must atone. What sin have I committed , But the sin of being me. Created for destruction By a God I cannot see. I must give an answer for every word I said. Condemned for my thoughts, The devil's poetry in my head. cut my wrist cause I'm so blessed Hold the blade I made a mess Bind my hands and close my eyes The devil whispers as I die