Fading Fantasy

Fading Fantasy

A Poem by dramamine

Her figure roams in my brain, a picture of perfection, the possessed pleasure.

She is everything to me, this aching affection I cannot measure.

The truth hidden behind this lie, blooming beneath the goodbye.

An angel among this bitter black I have created in me, for reasons I could not see.

I don’t know what to do, bleeding an image locked away in my cancer-shaped soul.

She is the only thing that will make me whole.

I’d do anything just to have her for myself, an empty desire.

Whispering torment, breathing loneliness, choking on the spider.

This fading fantasy, she conceals my pain.

I’m below, I cannot let go, she must remain.

I won’t let this show. I won’t let her go.

A lasting confusion, my innocent insanity, she is the cause of my deepening abyss.

So fragile yet so devious, I cannot resist.

I don’t want to be this, torn into pieces, all I need is one more reason.

My sins still remain, peal away the skin to keep me drained.

She lets me feel and I know this cut will never heal.

She isn’t real. I can’t make her real.     

© 2015 dramamine


Author's Note

dramamine
Greatly inspired by the song Vermilion Pt.2 by Slipknot, which is a truly amazing song. Please let me know your thoughts.

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Your poetry never disappoints, Twiggy... once again, you capture the essence of a song so well...the aftermath of pain and suffering seen in the realization that 'she' is no longer real...I took the liberty of going back and listening to Part 1 so I could get the entire story...what I found was a song that captures many of the themes of your previous writes (that feeling of being lost and feeling alone in a crowded world; how society ignores the suffering; etc) so this piece you have written, becomes a 'part 2' of many of your earlier poems, at least for me... this whole poem screams desperation to hold on to that fantasy as the mind slowly spirals towards the stark realization that she isn't 'real'... thanks again for introducing me to this song and the other...and thanks for your wonderful poetry!

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It's so beautiful to read...

Posted 1 Year Ago


I don't know the song, but I'm definitely going to check it out, after reading your amazing words. The passion of your verse, as you yearn over your obsession. I feel every line! The ending reminds of scars, and the stories they tell. Awesome poem!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is a great poem :) i havent heard the song, but this makes me want to listen to it. either way, you did a great job and are very talented

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is lovely!!!!!! keep writing!!!!!!!!!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

An emotional connection between readers and the words.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was very good, it really connects with a reader's emotions.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Such a great poem! Loved the visualization!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This fabulous! I can really hear the desperation in it.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Awesome work inspired another amazing piece by Slipknot. Loved it :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

'Her figure roams in my brain'
I just love this line!!
Keep it up!!

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Added on July 23, 2015
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Tags: dark, poetry, sad, love, life, death, slipknot, vermilion pt.2

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You can call me Twiggy.I'm just a 16 year old girl. With no friends so I spend my time writing s****y tales, poetry, and listening to music. I hope to one day become a musician and you know start a ba.. more..

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