Your mind is deadened From all the shit you pump into your veins Now you lie in a hospital bed Your life rendered inane Nothing left of your former self Nothing left but a vegetable Struggle to resurface From this comatose state You're beyond help You'll not rehabilitate Lost in the depths of unconsciousness You cannot come to terms You are just another mere soul Beyound the point of no return Nothing left of your former self Nothing left but a vegetable Facial features are contorted Limbs mangled and deformed Drooling, pissing, shit 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