Love Me

[Loki Wyrd]

I want something with flesh to it.

Something that can have its skull kicked in,

Only if just to hear the sound that it makes.

 

And then people would say there is a madness about him--

Something that makes him unlike the others.

An inability to be reached, perhaps. Nay,

'tis more than that. It's the way he looks at you,

The way he moves, even. Why, it's as if...

[Loki Wyrd]

A shrunken head is nailed up on the wall,

Mocking aesthetics and decency.

But while he's there I feel safe; comfortable, in fact,

With the knowledge that I'm not alone.

 

 

Edited August 20, 2004 by Loki Wyrd

[Loki Wyrd]

What I see is a man with a beard

Who's intent on looking severe;

Two flowing wings sprout from his back,

And growing from the ground is his spindly neck.

All in the same gaunt stare,

That allows me to be caught unaware

When his face becomes something more,

But nothing less than a flower.

Edited August 20, 2004 by Loki Wyrd