MORTALITY

Will life show me the path to take?

Before this body begins to break.

I look to the stars to find my purpose.

Just one hint to survive this circus.

I am scared that when I die;

no one will remember I was alive.

No great accomplishment in this life.

Just years full of endless strife.

Will they find me in my apartment days after I’ve died,

or weeks, maybe months, with no one by my side.

Will there be anything left to take to the funeral home,

and even if there is, will I still be all alone.

A wake with one man-the embalmer,

with the last name ironically Dahmer.

Nothing more than decaying dust,

laying in a cheap coffin waiting to rust.