The Various Stages of Decomposition

You won't be counting
Your broken heart
The words to be loud
You won't be damned
Let me hear it all
Watching you
So over
The way you smell
The words you know
Decaying alone
You think you're
Devious
You're the scummiest
In his grave
And marked
By your own defense
You shall live
Your end
Take your soul
And throw it
Up in my head on
Your goddamn
Wings