Signs of Decay.

Who watched you in thou drift of slumber?
And carried those dreams...
Or temptations to mind?

Why did we never stop to listen?
Signed off your talent, but shunned the signs?

So liveth the soul, but rots down your body...
One stitch for all to come and mend,
We called you Quick...
But you were steady.
A tortoise through life with unmatched ends.

It should have been me all along.
I should have fought the stronger will.
But sadly, sadly, now your heart is shriveled....

A lifeless liver drained dry and still.

Who watched thou in the times of labor?
And shared those thoughts....
Or burdens to mind?
Why did we never stop to listen?

Why do we never hear the signs?