The Offering...


If I were to offer you my soul;
Black,
Soiled,
Ragged and torn,
Worn thing that it is...

I wonder then,
What you would do,
How you would see it,
If it’s hollow screams,
And rude echoes,
Would haunt you,
As they do me...

If you were to take it,
And taste it,
Would the bile rise in your mouth?
And the blackness I warned you about,
Would it seize your heart,
And make it unable to feel the love,
You dream so much about?

If I were to offer you my heart,
Black,
Empty
Flaccid bag of moldy flesh,
That it is...

I wonder then,
What you would see,
When you look at me...
Would you believe then,
All I tried to tell you,
Or would your heart still see,
The make believe me?

You ask for my heart,
Not knowing its condition,
You think there is something there,
Worthy enough to save,
But I tell you true -

You know not what you do.

When you ask me so quietly,
Do I love you...?
My mind ceases to function,
Or overloads in a multitude of thoughts...

Love.
A word that means...
Do I think about you every waking moment?
Do you haunt my dreams at night?
Is it your face I see so clear,
In my minds eye?

And yet...
The wounds of life,
Have left me battle sore,
And weary of death...

You stand before me,
So beautiful and full of dreams,
Dreams I no longer believe in,
There is no hope left in my heart;

Empty and cold,
It lies alone and forgotten,
In a tomb of stone…

The sun does not shine here!

My love,
You would wither and die in my arms...
Too many have died before my eyes,
Whispering words that I remember still,
Words that I still hear…

I will not add your name,
To the list on the stone walls,
Surrounding my heart,
I could not bear to see it...

So I offer you a way out,
Turn now and walk away-
Save yourself some pain,
Find a young beauty to love and cherish,

It will never be me.

I am not the sum of your dreams,
I am no more than a thought you grasped at,
One fateful day,
When your world crashed around you,

I never thought you would fall in love with me,
Never dreamed you would come to see me,
As the woman of your dreams...


It’s all a lie.

Let me offer you,
The freedom to turn and walk away,
Now before you are harmed,
By the darkness that dwells in my heart,

I could not bear it,
If you were to say,
It was me that tore your world apart…


We must end it before it starts.


Thus I offer you a way out,
A rose without thorns,
A release from the vow you spoke of,
So softly one moonless night…

Let me go before the shadows,
That inhabits my world,
Find their way into yours,
And we both wake in the morning,
With tear stained faces…

And speak with soft regret,
Of the love we once held so dear,
In the dreams of our heart,
And foolishness of youth…