Haunted Lunacy Poetry

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.