Dead In The Woods

Dead in the woods, he's there, but he still isn't visible
Even with his flesh now rotting, he'll always be invisible
And if anybody cared, then they probably didn't wonder
Did they turn a blind eye, as his mind was torn asunder?
Invisible in life and now he's quietly invisible in death
Not even the raven observed his exhaled last breath
The leafs of the tree do not even whisper his name
He was nothing to nobody, now there's no one to blame
Eerily creaking, a rope on a branch, of a tree, in the wood
When the raven starts creeping, then so does the blood
Oscillating in ever decreasing circles, that no one can see
Odd Mr Nobody is hanging there lifeless; there in the tree
Dead in the woods, he's there, but he still isn't visible
So who gives a damn about him now, the silent invisible?