Haunted Lunacy Poetry

Wretched, sobbing, soul / love is a vile, evil, thing, / make me numb once more.

Cast down from heaven, / pity, how the angel fell, / save her from herself.

​ To the one that I once loved, just know that I still do. Though time has healed  our bitter wounds,  It will still always be you , but those times are lost forever, and life has made us part, but I will always keep you forever , locked deep inside my heart. if I could turn back the  hands of time, one thing that I would do, I would mend your broken heart, because I didn’t fight for you. I will never get another chance, for time has sealed our fate . Know that you will always be, my best friend, my angel, my soulmate.

Lips sewn tightly shut, / just one word can lose a heart, / whisper through the threads.

Lips that taste of sin, / eyes that beg my heart to bleed, / passions toxic kiss.

Around my neck, there hangs a key, that unlocks a box that belongs to me. In this box my secrets kept, and the many  reasons that I have wept. To open it would bring me joy, but this old box is no mere toy. For in it I keep a part of you, the only part I truly knew. As I close my eyes and reminisce your ghost, I hold the box and keep it close. For fear that you may soon return, to  take it back, this thing interred, and I just cannot let that be, that you would take this box from me, because with it we’ll never be apart, for in this box I keep your heart.

Chaotic pretty, / angel of this vile despair, / wrapped in devils lace.

Hungry butterflies, / violent wings aflutter, / devour my heart.

Say you’ll never leave, / your precious heart I will eat, / live inside of me.

The piano player sat alone amongst  the grass and trees. He cracked his knuckles and placed his fingers upon the broken keys. He gave a sigh and shed a tear as he  slowly began to play, And all the trees within the forest  they did begin to sway. The darkest melody began to rise, and ride upon the wind, Carried to the ears of angels to remind them of their sins. Come bring me your broken souls the piano player sang, And one by one the angels came, to purify their name. Removing his hat to reveal his horns, the piano player grinned. they had fallen into his trap for he  was never their friend. He reached out his hand and took  their souls, each and every one. He trapped them all inside his piano, his work here was now done. So if you hear his beautiful music, deep inside your dreams, Cover your ears, for it is the sound  of dying angel screams.