Mind Bazaar

​The metal solo project of Geeh.

 

the air outside was cold and dry,
ivy grew from my tongue,
and chose my words.
eye to eye, the vine. eye to mind, the spine.
strangers tentacles entwined.

the rat king.

numb this pain, dim this light.
drip this wax from my slighted sight.
the only glow is within where i dare not go alone.

i look ON  from just beneath/ this skin, but miles behind/ these eyes. always judging./
i detect flaccid anticipation/

To mend this/ tastelessly pertained/ disposition./
to put you back into the womb
after all this time,

to let you drift out to sea, my friend... who?

to watch you squirm back from whence you came. who?
to stare at the sun in a dream, and then... who?
pull back and old scar, let it watch you bleed again.

i licked her wound and it bled like a distant, crying eye.
i caught the first worm.
caressing her cold bones into warm flesh was unwise.
now i've grown to despise her, yet her atrophy pleases me.

enshrined here at the precipice of love and madness is the laughter of emptied lungs.

and these hands of disgust and devotion, unable to choke her, fall to my waist.

i suck
the death
from her tongue.