Haunted Lunacy Poetry

The heart is sinful, In the way it makes  us love. It holds us captive to the whims of angels, that  fell from heaven  up above.

Damned to an eternity  of writing this haunted verse,  emotions ripped from my soul, this pen is my  curse. Thoughts and feelings  deteriorate my mind,  but only this pen and paper,  do I find.   No one to listen,   no one to care, but the ink, oh yes, the ink,  the ink is always there. Black with depression,  thick from the pain, My heart defined in  a little dark stain. These words are my madness  bleeding from within. This pen is my curse, this ink is my sin.

Such beautiful daffodils  lay dead at her feet. Wilted and broken, dead petals so sweet. She tramples them  and smiles, for she feels  no pain. she giggles with  delight and grows dark  once again. She’s silent in the shadows, where eyes do not see. Her heart kept in a box, and hidden from thee. No eyes can behold her, nor arms hold her tight, lest he become as the  daffodils, at her feet tonight .

Deep within me two beast  do dwell, Each gnashing their teeth and  bleeding like hell. Fighting to the death for my  fragile human soul, The one that I feed,  is the one that gains  control. The dark one is brutal  and dominates the light , The light one is vigilant and  won’t give up the fight . They claw and they scratch ,  clench their teeth around my  heart. Spitting pieces into  my mind  that tear my soul apart. 

She frolicked amongst the  devils daisies., trampling under foot each  and every one. Whimsical laughter escapes  her lips, an endless ballet of  maniacal fun. Her feet move gracefully  through the grass, Her arms swing violently  through the air. Singing the sweet song  of her demons, Performing for an audience  that isn’t there. Beautifully mad, erotic, and crazy, The girl that frolics amongst the devils  daisies.

Dance with the lunatic  beneath the devils moon. Delirium’s sweet kiss, unending chaotic swoon. Pirouette for the madman, Sway to his song. Welcome to his ballet of broken souls.

A breathless incarnation, the angel that stood before me. Her wings singed by the fires of hell, and eyes that did  adore me, but the devil that lives Inside my soul, he did arise and  take his toll. He set ablaze, her pretty wings, and tossed her like all broken things. The angel she did become a ghost, and the devil wept, for he  missed her most. On bended knee  he sought her grace, and the angel she did show her face. He vowed to never do evil again,  the angel forgave him and  cleansed him of sin.