Reborn to fail

We were creepy creachers crawling from the grave.

Give us flesh.

Give us blood.

Give us what we crave.

Doomed to darkness, the dripping dampness, lost inside this cave.

Save us from sin.

Save as from misery.

Save us from the critics who rave.

False handles to hold, hollowed hearts empty, this is what the gave.

Tell us a story.

Tell us of glory.

Then tell us we are nothing to save.

Reviews

[Wanaka]

Zombies!!!!!! It's like their souls are still in there but they can't control themselves. Love it.

[Wyrn Tiger]

yes, what they crave is life, your life! Sorry, Too Creepy? Probable not for you. Thanks for reviewing.

[Carina Baumert]

Awesome! This is the kind of poetry I love! Is creatures misspelled on purpose? If so, cool idea,
it makes the word your own. I was afraid to publish poems like this one on here, but you've inspired me to do so :) Keep up the great work!

[Amada]

Wow man this was amazing,

[Onlyme]

Wow, Wyrn, this was spellbindingly awesome piece of write. That really put the wind up you. And scared the Bow Jesus out of me big time. Made me want to turn around and see if anyone was behind me.

[Wyrn Tiger]

well thank you but it does int actually mean what you were thinking, I bet you thought this was about zombies or something like that right? "Give us flesh give us blood give us what we crave" They don't crave flesh and blood well they do but not in that way , The crave Life.

" Lost in the cave" their lost in life with nobody to help them and everyone around them to judge.

"false handles to hold" the people pretended to help them,... "Hollowed hearts empty,"...But left them broken hearted.

BTW thank you for you awesome comment.

[Wild Rose]

Reads creepy to me

I like nice stories and wonderful endings > But then someone will really love it