Coma JoyA Poem by SaffinWhoever said being in a coma was a bad thing? Where does put them out their misery come from?Standing alone in a crowded room No one knowing solitude Crowded conversation makes him tire Standing within a ring of fire Drifting upon a purple haze On an ice flow of personal faze Out of body experience lies His passive face of hypnotize One soul person need not nurture Not a part of physical torture Always being of pure soul To himself the thoughts unfold Does not care for colour red His own spectrum in the head Treated by material w****s Cannot get in he locks the doors They say he owns nothing but pain no life He knows not worry can't see the knife Mind colourant of LSD There is no phyical want or need As he drifts on the neural cloud Once more protected by innocence shroud They say that all he wants to die He does not talk to ask them why They send cold knife to death deploy Ending sweet white coma joy © 2008 Saffin |
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Added on March 13, 2008 |