21 February 2013
As the hands of an ancient grandfather clock lie still beneath stale glass,
My lungs are pressured to oblivion.
You are the black sea, and I am drowning into your depth,
Sinking.
Pain other than physical is invisible to the eye,
I go unnoticed.
Weights are glued upon my shoulders,
Vision scarred and heart decaying.
Time is still, as I am here -
Still
But time lives on
As you watch me die.
Oblivion • Opuss № I