8 May 2012
Does he know that he's fading
With the passing of tomorrow?
Does his tired eyes see as we see,
The ache of the slow slow death
Imperceptible in its bite?
Or, is there a denial of the invisible
That is only seen by degrees?
Perhaps ignorance is bliss
So when that long night of sleep knocks
It will be a surprise for him.
Having never seen the slow fade inside himself.
But not for me
I've watched it circle ever closer day by day
And it's inevitable conclusion
Will hold no surprises for me.
The Invisible Death • Opuss № I