Tonight I dine on destiny
but on the back of a tired worn out firefly
she pushes on in the night
no rest no sight
we enter a zone of haste

The bugs all about
as if to feast on the stars
yet they shine on
for god knows how long

destiny is calling
as I turn my head and smile
in a quick swoop we go vertigo
falling endlessly

darkness is everywhere
smells of rotting flesh and putrid sewage
I hear a croaking of an old creek toad
muffled and now I know
My fate-sealed
I have been eaten alive