Haunted Lunacy Poetry

The devil I am, / burning hell beneath my skin, / eternal torment.

Your angelic complexion, the perfect facade. I created you because I needed a god. An idol made of the most beautiful things, those poison lips and devils wings. I needed you to make me feel, but the you i loved was never real.

I wonder what it’s like to be happy, to always smile and never frown.  No quiet screams inside my head,  no feeling as if I am going to to drown. I wonder what it’s like to not be a joke, the lonely jester who inside cries. I dance and juggle and entertain, but when I’m alone the laughter  dies.

What lurks beneath the sand? A hidden world , a forgotten land? A monster waiting to  grab my feet,  pull me under and eat my meat? The gritty devil between my toes, what’s beneath the sand? No one knows.