Out of the woodwork
Comes the spiders
Devouring your corpse
Though you're dead, you've much to give
In life you were a failure
Out the woodwork
Comes the spiders
Skittering 'cross your nose
The scent of Rose's lost to you
Away upon the wind
Out the woodwork
Comes the spiders
There's no one there to mourn
There alone there with the spiders
In death as you once lived.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 12:15 AM UTC
Out of the woodwork
Comes the spiders
Devouring your corpse
Though you're dead, you've much to give
In life you were a failure
Out the woodwork
Comes the spiders
Skittering 'cross your nose
The scent of Rose's lost to you
Away upon the wind
Out the woodwork
Comes the spiders
There's no one there to mourn
There alone there with the spiders
In death as you once lived.