I want to go now

just as I'm leaving...you begin talking more rapidly.
I guess it's a sign you don't want me to go...
but the wind is bolwing in my hair and my brain is spinning
where it will stop  noone knows.
did u notice when I smiled...
A maggot fell from the corner of my mouth
And crawled away as fast as it could...
you asked me why was I leaving?
when I made a promise that I never would.
should I tell you the truth or start with the lying,
it hurts so much to see you start crying...
the lie is cause I'm sleepy, but the truth is that I'm dying.
As I proceeded to leave, I took a look at the roses that guide my path away,
that maggot from earlier found quite a comfy bed in one of them and looked up at me and said
"I think I'll stay"...
I replied "little maggot I hate you"...and continued to walk I looked back one last time and in a blurry eerie vision,
it was starting to wave.
why do I have to leave a trace of my disease everywhere I go?
My heart is beating...when will it stop
Noone knows.
[i want to go now]
-cfp