I can see,but my eyes are closed.
I can hear but can't respond.
My mind still thinks, but I can not move.
In this simi-dark room where light is the dimest.
This room where they come in and make their incisions on my skin.
"You, The beautiful one in the corner."
"Let your tears fall to the inflictions in hopes of healing my wounds."
I want to say this but my words seem to be at a loss.
"Beautiful, stand beside my bed, and with your fingers caress my head."
Deep in the night I hear you ask the doctor, "Will he ever wake up."
the doctor replies "More than likely not."
I only wish to say "My dear, I am right here."
This night after the doctor leaves, I hear you still in the corner weeping and greving.
I'm confined to this bed so therefore I can not hold and console.
She moves her face closer to mine, till I can feel her breath on my neck.
She wispers " Why did you have to be so stupid, you knew that was too many, you knew that was too much, just look at you now, look what you have done to yourself."
"I love you very much, but you know as well as I, that your own selfish fatuity is whay you lay here now."
It wasn't my selfish or my stupidity, it was her constent antagonizing that drove me to the edge; her neverending complaining that cause me to plan my escape, my own beautiful induced coma. That has removed me from this world.
Now in my coma state I can not tell you how I feel, much as I had done even when I had the ability to speak, because eventhough you ask, I know that it will hurt you, so now I will reside to my beautiful peace.