Portrait of a Comatose

Scattered traces of a broken mind
Echo through the void;
Screaming to be one again;
Screaming to be dead.

A heart still beats in darkness
Alone and empty
Making music with the dreams
Of a lost cause

A cry for help is unheard;
No one is looking.
Tears stand frozen in time,
Unable to be seen

Hands and feet are growing thin
You reach out with them
And touch death's cold skull
He awaits you...

As the doctor pulls your lifeline
Last traces of despair
Empty themselves into the room
Becoming visible

Fate is smiling at you;
Death takes your hand
The putrid stench of a black disease
Cured with a kiss from a friend

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