Haunted Lunacy Poetry

My heart, it trembles, / silently wishing to speak, / these meaningless words.

For all the angels, / i will never be enough , / meant to be alone.

So adorable, / the spontaneous angel, / whimsical beauty.

No one misses me, /  I am but a lonely ghost, / haunted by myself.

The flowers laugh as they  twirl in the breeze, their maniacal giggles  tormenting me. The trees whisper the most wicked things, as madness  draws near the birds start  to sing. They sing their songs of sorrow and dread, a symphony of chaos Inside my head.  They flutter their wings and take to the skies, only to be replaced by the devils butterflies. So look into my eyes and you will see, that madness embraces and  comforts me. One final sigh and I must depart, for the butterflies have invaded  and devoured my heart.

I vow to never love again, to never feel or let anyone In. I vow to rip this heart from my chest, and set it ablaze with  gasoline and regret. How beautiful the flames that melt your smile away, I could watch it burn  forever as I take this vow today.

Cupid smiled as he drew back his bow, he felt the weight of the string on his fingers and a stirring in his soul. He wept for the target for which his arrow  was intended,  for he knew that once it pierced their heart   that it could not be mended.  So with a sigh he let it go, and the arrow it did fly, and as the arrow pierced his chest,  an angel caught his eye.  With a broken halo and tattered wings  the angel did pretend, to love his empty,  hollow soul, and always be his friend, but soon the angel bared her teeth  and devoured this man’s heart,  and to her hell she did return  to brag about her art.  Now alone, the broken man, in silence  he did scream “oh god please wake me  up from this horrid dream”, but his ears  were only met with silence, for his  god did not reply. So he picked up his  pen and wrote this poem as his   soul did slowly die. Cupid put his bow   away, his work here was now done,   he quietly whispered to himself   “next time I’ll shoot two, instead of one. 

A heart of gold, a gentle smile. an angels eyes, a soul worthwhile. Hands that heal, with just one touch. Words that calm me, when it becomes  too much. These wasted words that I write today, are to no avail , for she’ll never feel this way.

Dead beneath my skin, / emptiness swallows my soul , / breath life into me.