In the Depths of Fascination

 
You’re not in love
You’re more like…obsessed
Possessed by a craze with a face through a phase you embrace with all your heart
It sends you reeling, careening deep into daydreams and fancies
Screaming because the feeling tears you apart
 
But no one hears you
You’ve been locked up for far too long
Every frenetic pathetic prophetic illusion has kept you company all this damn time
Yet your undying “love” and dedication is really quite…poetic
Even when you have been in the prison of your mind

It’s just your imagination
Running away to the far ends of the earth
But the likes of you run through a long and blue enduring epoch lost at raging seas
Though this unrequited love sinks you deeper into the vastness
You somehow meet up with them in your fantasies

You’re intensely infatuated
Absolutely absorbed in the glorious vision
When the apparition is mostly a closely out this world ghostly experience you fantasize
In the depths of fascination your write verses and letters
Consuming you whenever you look into her eyes