The Darkside of Existence

The Darkside of Existence

A Poem by 5minutesofcrazy
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This is a poem. To be read and experienced. If you can not do both, move on.

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Every fiber of my being
Resists the compulsion

The very sinew of my soul
Refuses the growing urge

My cellular structure
Rejects the coercion

The marrow in my bones
Dismisses the duress

 To lift this pretense
In favor of the decay
Exposing the maggots
Feasting on reality

Every nuclei of my make-up
Crushes the perceived duty

The plasma running through me
Dejects the expected longing

My sensory receptors
Suppress the impulse

The tendons of my heart
Revolt against the lust

To strip myself bare
In favor of desolation
Displaying the refuse
Gorging on consciousness

Every synapse in my person
Represses the exigency

The neurosis now controlling me
Denigrates the surging passion

My heteroclite nervous system
Corrupts the true yearning

The mere tissue of my brain
Squelches the impetus 

To proclaim my humanity
In favor of disillusion
Revealing the wickedness
Devouring the entirety 

© 2013 5minutesofcrazy


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The forgoing and mass of the anatomy, drenched in a flow so twisted and yet elegant, bitter and proud it seems, I could not get enough of. I read this twice, and glutted on a third, and still thought more and more: Yes. Just that one word. And though, perhaps the meaning, if there is ever one present, I am not too sure of. But I do know, the dynamics and the structure in this majestic ink is splendid. That even if I read it in an Episode of mine (not proud to be Bipolar Type 2) and in my lost sanity, I could still feel it. Tremendous ink dear. A job exceeding words to be done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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The forgoing and mass of the anatomy, drenched in a flow so twisted and yet elegant, bitter and proud it seems, I could not get enough of. I read this twice, and glutted on a third, and still thought more and more: Yes. Just that one word. And though, perhaps the meaning, if there is ever one present, I am not too sure of. But I do know, the dynamics and the structure in this majestic ink is splendid. That even if I read it in an Episode of mine (not proud to be Bipolar Type 2) and in my lost sanity, I could still feel it. Tremendous ink dear. A job exceeding words to be done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Tags: existence, darkness, depravity, the human condition, humanity

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