Haunted Lunacy Poetry

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.