i want to look with my own eyes;
these are not my eyes
surveying oh so much of nothing –
come on give me something once where a head used to be –
now a gap, a fiction, a commodity
i want to look with my own eyes –
telling me lies
smiling faces with apology tongues,
artificial hearts with iron lungs
so sung –
a ghost before the body’s begun to decompose, so suppose:
a phantom limb before the whole
so bless this body –
i want it
add up the parts –
now flaunt it
hold it together,
but it crumbles right through a pair of hands –
without a body, without organs
so bless this mess –
now flaunt it
i want it
whose body is this?
Gothic and darkwave bands unite for a compilation benefiting charities providing assistance for earthquake victims in Turkey and Syria. Bandcamp New & Notable May 4, 2023