Haunted Lunacy Poetry

She dresses in madness and bids my demons go, They bow at her every whim , oh how they love her so, She wraps me in her chaotic whimsy, her smile it steals my breath . A goddess in a mortal world, never to be touched by death . I long to take her in my arms and dance by the light of the devils moon, the scent of sulfur on her skin, it begs my heart to swoon. She parts her lips and whispers softly , this can never be, for you are merely just a man, and I a deity.

Say nothing of how you feel, for hearts they tend to flee. Speak not the words of love, nor show you care for the. Paper hearts are fragile things, and of your fire they are afraid, lest they burn to a pile of ash , and on the wind be carried away.

If only I had been good enough for the one who swore to love me, to hold my hand for better or worse and place no one above me, to walk with me side by side no matter what the cost, to comfort me when I was sad, and felt confused and lost, but time was cruel and hearts  grew cold as bitterness prevailed, and lips that swore to love each other did narrate the darkest tale. So with trembling hearts and silent tears we both just walked away, if only I had been good enough , but I wasn’t, no, not today. 

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.