Sleep, Sleep Deep

A coma I have been in
Lost to the world
Friends given up
Can I blame them?  I guess not
I don't exist outside anymore

Everything hurts
From words to images to sounds
By instincts, I have shut down
With no desire to turn on
I remember everything

A walking hemorrhage
No tourniquet except a grave
Will stop the escaping soul
Wounded in war
Too much to cauterize

Why wasn't I raised
To learn to not love with a whole heart
That it can end you
No this wasn't worth the misery
That I shall suffer forever
Alone

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another full-on expression of distress suffered by the deceit and ending of love. The first two lines of stanza three are really very good-"A walking hemorrhage/No tourniquet except a grave.