Coma

Grief

your mind is deadened


from all the shit


you pump into your veins


no you lie in a hospital bed


your life rendered insane





nothing left of your former self


nothing left but a vegetable





struggle to resurface


from this comatose state


your are beyond help


you will not rehabilitate





lost in the


debts of unconsciousness


you cannot come to terms


you are just a mere soul


beyound the point of no return





facial features are contorted


limbs mangled and deformed


drooling, pissing, shit yourself


a sight of horror and despair





family weep by your side


they pray and pray for you return


no one answers mournful prayers


and no one ever will