Loki Wyrd Posted August 16, 2004 Report Share Posted August 16, 2004 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... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Wyrd Posted August 17, 2004 Author Report Share Posted August 17, 2004 (edited) 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Wyrd Posted August 20, 2004 Author Report Share Posted August 20, 2004 (edited) 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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