This insanity is his reality
Stammering silently in this invisible existence
Watching with resignation
As the coma encroaches

Submerged now in its magnificent depths
The darkened thought spill as ichor from ancient wounds
Inflicting so long ago by one without fear
Without sympathy

Consciousness wavers as the blackness consumes
Unwillingly she kneels before this faceless enemy
Weakened and empty
In her stupor she can no longer fight
No longer try
Numb and unfeeling
All is lost