Possessed

The beautiful image
Of you and your "lover" in the future
Spending your lives together.
"Repulse me".
You'll stare through the fogged image
As it disintegrates
Your mangled insides shrivelling up
Turning into a black dust.
"Lover" will speak to you and when you try to reply
Your jaw has fallen apart
And turned into black dust.
You can't really hear him speak
You hear this echo instead
Blurred words within your head thrashing against the insides of your skull.
You'll tell yourself it's a beautiful image
Don't you want to spend the rest of your life with him?
You're in love you're in love.
You'll try to look really pretty for him
Whilst he's tripping you up every time he walks near you in public.
You're falling down down
At this strange pace
And you're too tired to move
You're falling
Between two cliff edges with jagged rocky sides slowing your fall by tearing into your skin
Moving your head sleepily
You'll notice, all over your body, no redness
No bruises
Just patches of milk white skin
And thick black fog
Gracefully pouring out of the areas of absent skin.
Falling deeper and deeper into suffocation
The suffocation of the mask he made for you.
Falling falling
You're falling and falling
Falling deeper with dust falling into your eyes and you're thinking
This is love
You're falling in love
You'll do anything for your "lover"
You have fallen in love
This must be love.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

holy Toledo!! if i see love coming i will most assuredly ruuuuuuuuuuuun!! ;)
and if we call the darkness light ... how deep the darkness ... read it most of the way as a lover betrayed and wishing all that on the new "lover" ... but also read it as the lover knowingly plunging ahead in spite of warnings ... either way this is a blistering take on love ... write on Georgiana!
E.

[Katrina]

Wow, you've certainly got a voice all your own.

[alan peter kelly]

Got to watch the tripping up in public
when walking
too close
Yes...macabre and beautiful....
the poem is pretty good too ;)
Jokes aside...this is gloriously dark...the suffocation...the mask...the decay...the grey...its beautiful and true even on a good day...your honesty in exposure is a catherine wheel aflame and circulating right down to a corpuscular level yea verily this hit me like a brick or two batteries attached to string then swung in circles til they hit my temple and yes you hit your mark and this is the best new write ive read since my return so thanks for that because it was getting somewhat boring...til now :) i will be back to read more~Alan