MalignantA Poem by anamezicWhen I first felt, most delicately, the acute, concerned edge of treason my revivified lungs and blood and saliva began to circumvent guilt and I thought for a moment my outmost emotion could not grow past this point excalibur slicking air after all, andromeda stuck in her eternal fall grasping for Cassiopeia's burn gasping for the vernal tilt and turn when the zodiac was still in tact and your eyes, finely tuned, 20/20 vision before all that "I made a mistake," and, "wont you just listen?" Now I can't even admit it the conscience I'm missing So I keep myself at the edge (not off) though that would make sense just precariously balanced, perpetually under the influence. These days, its almost under control adder, rattling in the pit of my gut contagion active, but not aware slick, coiled obsidian viper asleep, but immortally there my breath stinks of pomegranates my teeth not teeth but oozing, viscid seeds My eyes as dull and black as beads My skin flakes in the warmth of spring And your sight, amaurotic, groping in darkness handicapped fingers pricking on everything I've given you those easter egg lies, deepest craters of the moon are gifts to your lips, tightened at the whim of my thread all of that hope, asleep but not dead and standing there, surrounded, reptilian skin sins you moan like a b***h in heat I dream of quarantines and burning bibles I tab my tongue, and shake some hands but thirst for the worst of its many symptoms just another victim of restless universe syndrome. © 2013 anamezicReviews
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3 Reviews Added on May 8, 2013 Last Updated on May 8, 2013 Tags: malignant, universe, philosophy, drugs, hallucinogenic, restless, depression, anxiety AuthoranamezicCAAbout19 year old from California moving to Brookyln for an education. work inspired by digitization/ philosophy/ degenerate mental health and unfaltering romanticism more..Writing
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