I often ask myself a question,

Yet seldom do I get,

An answer that is genuine,

More often I forget.



Is my life worth living,

Have I done all I can do,

Am I everything that I could be,

Put simply, I've no clue.

I gently kissed her head goodbye,

Not knowing I was off to die,

Our place is not to reason why,

The kiss, our last, then off to die.

After but a moment,

Regardless of your mood,

Deep down, underground it is,

Served up as worm food.



It isn't that I'm worried,

But I find it rather crude,

That no matter what I do,

I'm served up as worm food.



So live life and be happy,

For in the end we are all *******,

Before you know, it's off you go,

You'll end up as worm food.



If only it were easy,

To live ideas our minds have chewed,

But in a box, and on the rocks,

You're served up as worm food.

I drink,

To calm,

To rest,

For charm,

I drink,

For hope,

To live,

To cope,

I drink,

For me,

So that,

You'll see,

I drink,

That's all,

Don't judge,

The call

Once they'd come to make you,

They clearly broke the mould,

Never have I met before,

A heart so dark and cold.