I looked upon a darkened night,

A star, it cut the sky,

A granting of a lonely wish,

My loneliness to die...........

My path goes slowly forward,

One way, that we all send,

As steps grow stifled, slower,

We all approach the end.

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.

A crippling,

Disabling,

Fear,

Facing others,

Even myself,

Eye contact,

Impossible,

My gaze,

Elsewhere,

Throwing off,

All who engage,

Eyes down,

Downed.