Leaving
Open to me your cryptic chasm
I hereby relinquish my spiteful state
Swallow my soul into your pit
Where nothing save void exist
To them I am nothing but a walking bone
Embellished by time with bent back,
Balding head, grilled skin, and rotten teeth
With some wisdom whitening my hairs
I hear the thrilled heart beat of worms
Under my bed, behind the floors, into the earth
They’re exalted to vibe my faltering grace
For sooner or later they’ll celebrate a feast
I’m ready to depart but somehow I’m afraid
If my carvings on love one’s heart will be erase
Or if my legacy will waver in the air
So I can’t help but hold on tightly in my bed
Stealthily my warmth fumes out of me
And cold prowled in, weakening my pulse
As my mind plays my life’s clip in a span of a wink
While death reaps my ripe soul edible for harvest
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