your mind is deadened
from all the s**t
you pump into your veins
no you lie in a hospital bed
your life rendered
insane
nothing left of your former self
nothing left but a vegetable
struggle to resurface
from this comatose
state
your are beyond help
you will not rehabilitate
lost in the
debts of unconsciousness
you cannot come to
terms
you are just a mere soul
beyound the point of no return
facial features are contorted
limbs mangled and
deformed
drooling, pissing, s**t 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