Anthrax [Writing]

.succumb.to.the.numb. By gogoloopie Via Flickr

.succumb.to.the.numb. By gogoloopie Via Flickr

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Anthrax

I’m all fucked up with the scent of you,
washing through my memories like the blood through my hands.
Discipline is something I don’t want,
heat and flames have no fucking control and neither do I.
Over
Finished
Done
Gone
Out

– HEX


Author’s Postmortem: my own analysis of my work, some folks prefer not to know, so spoilers ahead.

The first few lines of this one are original, and the underlying inspiration is (as you may have guessed) a woman I was involved with at the time I wrote this. Sometimes control in the face of overwhelming desire is a bit like being on fire.
While this poem makes use of a few words from the Anthrax song “Finale” from the album “State of Euphoria”, from what the lyrics sheet says on the web I’ve mixed the order up but I sure don’t recall the lyrics being different than what I wrote. The supposed original words are “Over, finished, gone, done, out!”, and as I was inspired by the song I named the poem Anthrax.

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