A Lunatic's Birthday Angst

Dear Diary,

Today is my birthday.

It's a typical day.
Creepy ghosts pass my way;

Tremendous nightmare ended yesterday.

Earthquake delusion started my day.

Everything seems perfect--a normal scenery

In their perfectly distorted symmetry.

The ghost whispers keep on telling me

No one would understand me--

A schizoid in the middle

Of this enigmatic life

Writing his execrated poetry

Making his picturesque fantasy

While dreaming of his own tragedy.

Nobody could fathom the contorted symmetry

That has cost me my valued sanity.

Everyday's a horror story--

I'm the thespian doomed for profanity

Because of my vile hypocrisy.

Could I solve the mystery

Of my misery and misanthropy

As the phantoms abide in my journey?

I'm frightened by the apparition

Bleeding with its own laceration

Draped in a bloody white cloth

Choking me in my sleep.

This is me,

I'm a walking catastrophe--

A living lie perfected through time.

I write in behalf of my lunacy,

Its crazy but its the reality.

Serenade

The serenity of the heartfelt moment;
You are sitting so adjacent;
I'm trembling but I'm complacent
Feels like I'm swept by the torrent
Or shocked by electric current.

You taught me how to smile.
You taught me how to laugh.
So please show me the way
To your heart and please
Tell me now you'll stay.

Maybe someday I'll find my way
And sing to you like everything's'
An act or play.
So I'll be singing my way
'Til I reach your heart today.

Do you still remember the day
You asked my why I
Live like everyday's November?
I replied with a smile
For you put me on fire.
Maybe you're an ember
That melts my coldness on fire
In just a glimpse of your smile.

Should I play it with my guitar?
Or with a piano that fell from
the star? I hope I can sing
How beautiful you are that
If  life is a movie you are
The leading star.