Comatose.

You sang to me a lullaby
While I was all tucked in
A state of comatose
Father time stood still

You held my cold hands
In search for a twitch
A prayer and a whisper later
Father time stood still

All I hear is the sound of silence
A melodious malady
Your fingers unfurl a tale of violence
A story I cannot see

My beady black eyes
Can see the darkness within
A teardrop snivels down your cheek
I feel the rainfall on my skin

You lay there enveloped in despair
Feeding me with hopeful lies
In this state of comatose
I could see through closed eyes.

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