Haunted Lunacy Poetry

I am taking applications for a brand new muse. Come one, come all and  please do abuse. Rip my heart out from my chest,  take a bite and  trample the rest.  Torture me in my very soul, I am your puppet to hate and control . Steal my breath this very  night,  So that this poor poet can once again write.

The poison is me, the bitter taste upon you lips, the burning deep inside  your veins, the darkness at your  fingertips. You carry me inside  your mind, I will leave you paralyzed, and make you blind, Your heart, it withers within my hands, It turns in ways that I command. Open your eyes and  you will see, the poison inside  of you will always be me.

Radiant seductress of fear and dread, she walks so elegantly inside of my head. Her footsteps, they keep me from my sleep, this temptress behind my eyes I keep. Oh that she would disappear, but alas, I turn and she is still here. Longing for just a little taste, of this pain with which my heart is laced.

I need a new muse, / not some ghost that did betray, / still you haunt my words.

It destroyed my heart, / the bitter ghost you became, / quiet mourning sighs.

No one loves me at 3am, when the darkness creeps upon my skin. When silence plays it loudest song, and demons whisper their words within. When shadows dance and  begin to sway, but no one loves me no, not today. No one loves me at 3am, held only by the darkness, that creeps upon my skin.

If I could capture poe within this pen, I would write the words  that portray my sins. With every stroke of  this cursed ink, that haunts this page to make you think. Oh to make you feel these  things that I write, such passion, such  rage, such bitter delight , to burn your soul with  a thousand flames, these fiery words inked by  my pain. If I could capture poe  within this pen , maybe she would read my words, and love me  again.