Freed from the trife of business and life

I am the worm

My legions are vast

Tied to the germ

And held like a mass

 

Senses are swift, but so are they failed

Reality checks, manics railed

Death is a star, Death isn’t far

Accounts never made, short of par

 

The light sleeper won’t blink

In composure

Eyes slowly turn white to pink

Through exposure

As Life begins to kill the meek

Hold disclosure

And run.

Author's Note

a bit rough.