Jun 5
From the inside
Of the coma.
I breathe rhythmically.
Out of step
With
The outside world.
Until I wake up.
And,
Mourn the loss of dreams.
Synchronized with the depression
Of aware.
Of the coma.
I breathe rhythmically.
Out of step
With
The outside world.
Until I wake up.
And,
Mourn the loss of dreams.
Synchronized with the depression
Of aware.
