5 November 2012
His eyes retract from the white glare of the outside
On the inside his blood retracts from the tubes
That drain his life and confuse him with drugs
The nursed sheets smother his breath
Restrain all desire and hope
Tired with thoughts from before
Afraid of the thoughts to come
His dreams have been lost
Starched clean and sterilised
Visiting children stare through his lifeless eyes
Their youth only mocks him
Manifests his frailty
Reveals his hopelessness
The inescapable reality of his age
He tastes the death in life
His only wish is for life in death
Death Row • Opuss № I