- Oph Kiltah
Death
Death dead inside and out
Everything I see
Is death dead inside and out
I wish I was deaf
Instead of just blind
F*** somehow I still see it graphically
The curse of a photographic memory
Keraticonus they say
No
It’s a psychosomatic response to the vivid horrific deposits of images clustered in my neurons.
I can’t focus
I can’t muster the will to go on
But I do because I still have a job to do
But the joy is gone
Never to return
I don’t have a choice
At least you had a choice
I never had a choice
The hearing will be the next to go