Haunted Lunacy Poetry

Behold the dance of the rattling bones, see how they click and clack, the prancing of their skeleton feet, a ballet to dazzle and to distract.  They pirouette with skinless glee, then arabesque and take a bow, and with a smile the king is pleased, his loyal subjects did amaze and wow. Hail to the king! We only exist to entertain. Hail to the king! We pick up our bones and dance again .

At 4am the demons come,  to bring the things from  which I run, the devils lies I know so  well, gently whispered from the depths of hell. With their dreadful eyes and  horrid wings, at the foot  of my bed they tell me these things. I cannot sleep for fear of them, those demons that  taunt me at 4am.

Forever is a lie we tell ourselves, when hearts pretend to care. Tomorrow brings inevitable pain, for once we love, it is ours to bear. Such beauty in the enchanted  moonlight, where once we used  to dance, now in its beams a broken man, who bared his soul to chance. It would have been better to never have danced at all and  saved them both from hell,  as forever is just a terrible lie that we always tell ourselves.

Ripping flesh from bone, / screams will feed my empty soul, / the harlots lovers.

Quiet memories, / haunting the back of my mind, / silently killing.

She laces up her shoes  and prepares to take the stage. She’s practiced it so many times, this dance she did  create. A dance to dazzle and impress, her moves will wow them all, but little do her patrons know, each step is their downfall. She’ll  spin and twirl and  pirouette, she’ll tear them all apart, and then for her grand finale she will rip out all their  hearts, and when it’s done she’ll  take a bow for she cannot resist,  after all her dance is the best one,  the dance of the narcissist.

In the twilight hours, the broken stars, they  fall. One by one they shimmer  away, longing to be beheld by all. A million galaxies we search  to find, the lonely star that  was left behind.  The universe with all its  vastness, would drive this lonely star to madness. Searching for another to  understand, and shine together once again.

Shadows plague a heart so tender, haunted silhouettes  upon this soul. Taunting me since late November, a wretched  thing to feel this cold. So I wrap myself in fiery  prose and words to warm this weary flesh, close my eyes and long  to slumber, a tortured dream, midnights caress.

Murder of the heart, / seething, blinding, angry pain, / the rage of the gods.

Darkness beats within, / a heart interred, lost in black, / shadows fill my veins.

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, hi...

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.

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.

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.

So sad and lonely, / my heart, it does ache me so, / weeping in the dark.

No inspiration, / the muse, she does weep for me, / tears of silent ink.

The angels fell silent, not a sound in heaven  was made, for her footsteps were approaching, and she  was far more beautiful than they. With wings that span from sea to sea, to her fiery eyes the sun does bow, God himself on bended knee, his creation had outdone him somehow. In the distant fog her silhouette grew, and on the wind her song could be  heard. All of heaven covered their ears, lest they be destroyed by just one word. From the mist she did emerge , no greater beauty could there ever be, than in the presence of the angel fair, the sweet goddess of misery.

No more attachments , / one by one they all shall leave, / warnings from the past.

Too depressed to sleep, / the distance holds me tightly, / left alone once more.

I am so alone, / her memory haunts me still, / empty is my soul.

The demons, they lurk, / unseen by my blinded heart, / my sweet tormentors.

Struggle to break free, / liars arms they hold me tight , / skin on poison skin 

Lustful screaming thoughts, / delightful erotic pain, / rend me with your teeth .

Easy to forget, / this broken poetic soul, / longing for your ghost.

Poetic angel, / she wears madness in her smile, / eyes that damn the soul.

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.

The eyes of a ghost , / blissful, violent, endless, / haunting me again.

Pray for final breath, / the suffering silent soul, / tormented in hell.

The angel did lie, / I tasted hell on her lips, / oh pretty demon.

I gave you my heart, / you took a bite and whispered, / thank you , I hate it.

The blank pages scream, / demons clog the poets pen, / no words for the pain.

Broken and unloved, / a shadow in the corner, / make me disappear.

Empty blank pages, / the ink dries as the heart heals, / my muse is a ghost.

Life feels so wrong now, / upside down and out of place, / peace a distant dream .

That mask that you wore, / made of tragic butterflies, / my heart bears the scars.

Screen anxiety, / your digital ghost haunts me, / log off and save me.

The life that once was, / now forever gone away, / two hearts beat no more .

Seduced by torment, / so bewitched I am her slave, / oh god release me.

Invisible me, / that’s who I will always be, / alone and ignored .

No one hears me scream, / my tears flood my broken soul, / eternal nightmare.

The devil dances behind her eyes, a glorious ballet of black magic. Choreography that seeks to hypnotize, a beautiful display so dark and tragic. Every pirouette carefully calculated  to deceive me ever closer to her waiting blade, but yet I dance, I dance with her  so gracefully and unafraid. I know the fate that so soon will be,  each heartbeat thumping on borrowed time ,  hand in hand we sway together as she drains the soul that once was mine. As the curtain falls our lips, they meet, and she inhales my final breath, but this dance I would do all over again and die a thousand deaths. For in her arms it matters not if I die this way, as long as I can dance with her one last time in this beautiful, tragic, black magic ballet.

Crying in the dark, / endless dreams of what we were, / never sleep again.

I miss you so much, / your knife is still in my heart, / this pain I cherish.

Beautiful monster, / claw your way deep inside me, / devour my soul.