Monday, November 23

Coma

It stabs me again
Through the hole in my chest
It pierces me through
The hole and the rift
Still left after you

I'm in a coma
Waking only from pain
The only way to know
I'm still real
That I'm sane

It knocks me out again
I'm down on my knees
I won't beg to be set free
I'll swallow and take it
I'll suffer, I'm me

It drives me through again
Stake through my heart
I realize you're not here
I'll learn to live, eventually
But where do I start?

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