Haunted Lunacy Poetry

Weightless longing tranquility, Floating freely amongst the stars. A ballet of cosmic beauty, an elegant love letter to the planet mars.   Oh to dance into the Milky Way, to spin and twirl in its vast grace. A celestial love affair with the moon, As we leave our dancing shoes upon its face.

The eyes of midnight  stare so deeply. Piercing this lonely  tormented soul.  The comforting touch  of dark arms embracing. Moonlight’s mistress, she does love me so. 

Out of my skin  I long to be,  just rattling bones so happy and free. I have no desire for  objects and wealth. My only wish is to  be someone else.

The moon, it whispers  such violent things, the devils sonnet, beelzebub sings. Through my window, upon my bed, it’s beams they taunt me, this concert of dread. The sweetest melody  of chaos and fear. For when the moon  whispers, the demons  draw near.

She bewitched the moon, and bid it’s beams drive me mad. Yes madness! that 3am demon that tickles the brain, a desperate longing to be kissed so deeply by her  screams, but alas, only silence rides those beams, those beams In which my very madness  chooses to dwell, every particle  of light so carefully chosen,  chosen to taunt me with the very  essence of her spell. Is she a witch? Is she a devil? No!  I think not, for even they could feel compassion for this tortured soul. So I pace this room, and with tears  I ponder, what is this madness that  shines through that window yonder?  Who’s beams encroach upon my  skin, possessing the flesh and igniting my sin, driving this  weary soul to embrace the ghost,  and succumb to the silence I fear  the most.

5am on the edge of my bed, Praying to a god who  only lives in my head.  A celestial comfort  of delusional lies, this cranial deity ignoring my cries.  Oh how I beg and  I plead for listening  ears to heal all my woes and calm all  my fears, but it’s  5am on the edge of my bed, desperate  for the god that lives in my head. 

All the pretty devils  lined up in a row, each with an empty jar to try and steal my soul. No life behind their  eyes, nor sorrow in their hearts, just claws designed to rend and tear my broken flesh apart.   All the pretty devils  lined up in a row, jars no longer empty, for I could not let them go. 

I lie awake as somber  darkness creeps upon  my flesh, gently caressing my  deepest fears,  upon my mind it does transgress. I open my mouth and try to scream, but only  silence fills this void. A demented nightmare, a lucid dream, a horrid  beast to be destroyed. Oh how I long to once  again be held in the lights embrace, to escape the  monster beneath my bed, To feel the sunlight upon  my face.

The night is cruel with all it brings.  Dreams of devils  from the past, a void from which  the siren sings, a haunting echo, the  witches grasp.   Trembling deep in midnights cradle, rocked ever so gently  by anxieties hands. Sleep a distant and  fading fable, told by a  god with evil plans. 

The darkness suffocates as we dream of scholarly  things. Slumbering visions  of mayhem and madness, a delicacy only the devils can bring.  Oh to feel the beautiful  chaos violently displaying behind these eyes, sweating and screaming  in the depths of midnight , again betrayed by restful  lies. 

Angels do as angels do, visit earth, but for only a few. They spread their wings and fly away, back to the clouds  forever to stay, but as they fly  their feathers fall back to earth  to touch us all. 

I get scared at night when I am alone. When the world is quiet  and the demons do roam. When the ghosts that haunt me invade my dreams, and the moon sends the curses that ride upon its beams. Oh to find peace in this dark hour, but only devils I find have come to devour. I pray that the daylight will soon fill my home, for I get  scared at night when I am  alone .  

Peace eludes me, heavy eyelids doth  not prevail. A thousand demons  singing all at once in a chorus, giving  ambience to this, my private hell.  Oh how I long to feel  the arms of midnight holding me tight in its  sweetest slumber. Far away from that  fiendish choir performing  now its favorite number. 

Slow seething sadness, / midnight lurks behind the smile, / hell this poets home. 

Feral is the smile, / lips that drip with bitter sin, / lure me to my 

Haunted by ghost, eyes closed and lost in slumber. Trapped beneath the darkest veil,  behind my eyes, this private hell. Gasping for breath I toss and turn, this  nocturnal dance doth nightly return.  Eyes wide open,  an empty room. I dreamt of death. I dreamt of you.

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.