Testo Drenched In Comatose

A carnal howl of sickness and remorse.
A shuddering silence with deafening force.
he cant hear you, another lie.
Even in the day, the world is dark.
Misery shrouded, his fate is grim.

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The rhythm of the ocean rocks you to sleep.
Monologue:
All your life you wanted freedom of thought.
Well here it is; loud and clear, with no one to hear.
The blankets of comatose wrap around your head.
And the silence, built up over years, becomes a thundering roar
to consume and destroy you.
Drenched in Comatose.

I am a warrior