It's Time To Leave

Black body night
a flicker
where shadows whisper
from an oil light .

A voice reads out
your last rites
it's in the distance
amid the falling dust
a sick insistance
crawls in the rot and rust
spectral movement
you feel the icy brush
a presence looming
your chest begins to crush .

The bed sinks down
but no one's there
hung up is a gown
you know that you don't wear
you turn around
into a face that stares
it wears a frown
and does not want you there .