The Offering

Why the dead never scream

My eyes are lifeless to you

In a coffin known as me

My heart has been cut in two

My soul’s been left to bleed

 

The air is no longer warm

The trees, they taunt the living

Those with lives, they taunt the dead

The dead, they keep on giving

 

My clearing in the woods is hidden

My wooden cross lies buried

The screams of my terrors underground

Only add to my growing fury

 

If only I hadn’t tried to fix it

Then maybe I’d be living

The butterfly soul is happy

I’m dead, I keep on giving

Reviews

[Sandra K]

Nice poem i like it

[PhoeniX]

good poem. first verse was my favorite. but i couldn't help but see at this part:

The trees, the taunt the living

i sorta don't get it. was it suppose to be 'that' taunt the living? if so then i get it. lol. if not then i dont know.... lol oh well :-)

still good! i enjoyed it

[♥ Courtney &hear..]

i love it. :) you did such a great job

[imnoromeo215]

very dark and what did you try to fix exactly i might be the only one who didnt get that but then again maybe not sides that it was an excellent poem