Loki The Mystic

Tell me how it feels when you stare into my face, and tell me that everything is gong to be okay.

Tell me how it feels when you watched my mind break.

Tell me how it feels when your wrong. When things are not okay, when the ghost get scary.

When hearts get dark

When nights go black, and the drugs kick in.

When the bottles all gone, and the the children of the night are your only friends.

Tell me how it feels when you take my hand.

Why must you take away my freedom oh great machine ?

Why must you take me away from the trees?

Why must you take away the history of our ancestors, oh great machine?

Why must I think like you, pray like you and talk like you? Oh great machine

Why must you take away the mysteries of the divine and replace them with logic that does not compute, but is programmed? Oh great machine.

The mysteries in the earth are not permitted by you to the eyes of man. Oh great machine.

When logic fails and you malfunction and the vail comes off the seekers will rise. Oh great machine.

I am one… we are one.

Oh beauty why must we sleep?

Why can we not be as the God in Heaven whom never needs to rest?

For is we do not sleep are time together will never cease. We will spend the nights talking, laughing, eating and enjoying the fruits of each others love.

A love so dear, a love so true, how I wish I could spend every moment with you.

Why must we dream apart, why can’t you join me in my dreams. For I dread that hours we shut our eyes, these hours I am away from you.

How much more would our love grow if we where divine and did not sleep. For I have never had a friend like you. And every night I pray to God I will dream of you.

Your love intoxicates me like no other substance has, and I have tried many once upon a time in my past.