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