Haunted Lunacy Poetry

The pen is empty, The ink is dry. There’s no more words, Or tears to cry.  No more paper to soak up my thoughts , The demons are speechless , they’re at a loss.

She quiets my soul when I am down, She grips my hand when I try to drown.  She whispers words that silence my screams She takes the nightmares from my dreams. A weeping angel, I feel her soul. A beautiful goddess , she is my soul.

He woke in the night and for her ghost he did reach . Feeling emptiness beside him , her name he did speak . He opened up his eyes and saw that she was gone , He opened up his mind, for he could not be alone.    Walls painted with a broken soul,  His thoughts of her drip from a hole. No longer does he hear her whispers in his ear, He finally let her go , though his light did disappear

It’s sad that love can be a good thing, a meaningful beautiful thing that’s magical and cause great joy. But love can also be agony. A devil that haunts your very existence, a waking nightmare . Love in the wrong hands is a dangerous weapon of self destruction Love makes a sane man sound like an insane obsessed maniac I hate love  I clench my fist and yell at God For Damning me with the very soul I am forced to bear The devil himself trembles at the torment and anguish that holds my soul in eternal dispare. There’s is a dark beauty amidst the pain and torment  The suffering of a silent scream  The whispers of the waiting demons, the burning of a soul forever lost in your beautiful suffering 

Eyes that torment the soul from within, Wings that carry the weight of your sins. Lips that poison the  one that they touch. Hands that stop the heart that they clutch. Arms that hold and suffocate to death, Feet that run when there’s nothing left. Claws that grasp and drag you beneath  A smile that deceives and reveals angel teeth . Teeth that rend and tear away the flesh. Piercing the heart and stopping your breath .

Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend that im not here. There's no God to hear my cries and no devil to catch my tears. My skin crawls at the thought of the world outside. Demons in the darkness inside my head give me a haunted place to hide. I don't exist in my own world I'm just the dream of a God thats been long dead.

The world seeks to devour, it bears its sharpened teeth. It wears the disguise of humanitys smile, a handshake with the devil that lies beneath.