Coma

Your mind is deadened
From all the shit you pump into your veins
Now you lie in a hospital bed
Your life rendered inane

Nothing left of your former self
Nothing left but a vegetable

Struggle to resurface
From this comatose state
You're beyond help
You'll not rehabilitate

Lost in the depths of unconsciousness
You cannot come to terms
You are just another mere soul
Beyound the point of no return

Nothing left of your former self
Nothing left but a vegetable

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