Psychological Warfare

In this psychological warfare, where the fate of Romeo and Juliet has not discouraged lovers I was warned, "tread carefully, only move forward if you are prepared to battle against satanic adversaries not seen before." But I'm a veteran with an amputated heart, as my lion nature roars at 'tug-of-war' conflicts and she keeps pulling at my heart strings. Welcome to the circus of darkness, where spirits rest in a silent surrender. In my phantom kingdom the queen of hearts is an outcast upon an isolated island of misery. Her life is a concoction of paparazzi and propaganda, where serpents manipulate her innocent dreams. In the illusion of separation, an internal choir sings a siren's symphony of sorrow, echoing through oceans and mountains between us. In this haze of hopelessness I hope to be found, but we are cursed with different shades of love, where tears are melodramatic melancholy, bleeding in black rivers of perpetual pain - but her savage beauty is my favourite kind of madness. In the unfairness of circumstance's wicked ways, the Grim Reaper has auctioned my soul for sale. I search for anonymous angels among us, but in the graveyard of blasphemous bliss, tattoo tears create crimson cracks on broken statues. My immortal emotions drift like butterfly breaths, imitating a bare brokenness of rags buried in paper coffins. Before the euthanasia of time will you return that stolen kiss? Gift me a kinder reflection from self entitled mirrored salutes? It all started with a poem rebuilding a sanctuary. in my poetic secret garden of confessions. When my metaphors stole the moon for you, fate had my heart held hostage to your infatuation. Not everyone can see with open eyes, but in the empathy of distant entanglement, love untangled the tips of your tangled heartstrings, then burnt them in ashes of enkindled embers. Now that I've overcome your obscured boundaries of sanity, placing lanterns upon midnight trails you follow, I've defeated every malignant spirit. Before words become tired and meaningless, will you comprehend the innocence of my insanity - forever love me where it hurts?