Decades - WILMA ARCHER

Fly covered flesh
On rotting bones
The stench of blood
Agonizing smell of death
Endless time of silence
Energy been lost
Covered in pestilence
Making up the final plot
A forgotten question
Does nothing but fill my mind
All the words that weren't said
Put me on that ride
Too scarred to tell
Rejected heaven for hell
Just another loser astray
In the cycle of decay
Will you be the one
To dig my dismal grave?
When I'm gone from here
Will you even slightly care?
Will you leave me subdued
Like anyone else will?
Or will you be the one to
Stab me for the kill?
A forgotten question
Does nothing but fill my mind
All the words that weren't said
Put me on that ride
Too scarred to tell
Rejected heaven for hell
Just another loser astray
In the cycle of decay
Decadence
Sears through the trees
Cleansing away
The remaining leaves
Roots like spastic hands
In shallow graves
Clutch at the sky
I'm left alone to rot away
A forgotten question
Does nothing but fill my mind
All the words that weren't said
Put me on that ride
Too scarred to tell
Rejected heaven for hell
Just another loser astray
In the cycle of decay