Malignant

Malignant

A Poem by anamezic

When 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 anamezic



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what a unique and very well written poem.

Posted 4 Years Ago


This is perfect, i loved the wording. and if im not mistaken it is in a quite agressive tone. everything about this was intriguing

"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."

these last lines were my favorite. you are very talented, i wish i could write this well.

Posted 4 Years Ago



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Added on May 8, 2013
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Tags: malignant, universe, philosophy, drugs, hallucinogenic, restless, depression, anxiety

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anamezic
anamezic

Santa Barbara, CA



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19 year old from California moving to Brookyln for an education. work inspired by white guilt/ philosophy/ degenerate mental health and unfaltering romanticism more..

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