THE COMA..

(Verse 1 - The Coma) Yo, check the flatline, the rhythm's gone low, They call it a slumber, but I'm putting on a show. I'm the blackout curtain, the lights turned down to zero, Not sleep, no dreams, just the ultimate hero Of stillness, a vacuum, where time starts to stall, You're in my domain, answering my silent call. I'm the deep, dark ocean, no surface, no shore, Just the rhythmic beep, beep, and nothing more. Your body's a vessel, adrift in my tide, While your mind's a locked vault, with nowhere to hide. I'm the quiet whisper that makes the doctors frown, The inexplicable void that brings the family down. I'm not a dreamscape, no ethereal plane, Just pure, unadulterated, unyielding brain drain. The world outside? A blur, a distant hum, While inside my realm, your senses succumb. (Verse 2 - The Family's Perspective) From the outside looking in, they gather and they stare, See the tubes and the wires, a silent, pleading prayer. "Is he in there somewhere? Can he hear what we say?" They ask the white coats, day after agonizing day. They bring in old photos, tell stories of the past, Hoping for a flicker, a moment built to last. The tears fall like rain, on hands so cold and still, They see the rise and fall, a testament to will. They talk about memories, the laughter and the pain, Desperate for a sign to break this endless chain. Each twitch of a finger, a hopeful, false alarm, A desperate desire to shield you from all harm. They see the weight loss, the stillness, the gaunt face, A haunting reminder of this desolate space. Their world's on pause, suspended in the air, A constant vigil, a burden hard to bear. (Verse 3 - The Doctors' Perspective) We measure the waves, the slow, rhythmic beat, The Glasgow scale numbers, the bitter, cold defeat. We scan and we probe, for the lesion, the cause, Unraveling the mystery, defying nature's laws. The brainstem intact, but the cortex is quiet, A profound disarray, a metabolic riot. We adjust the ventilation, the drips in your arm, Battling the infections, protecting you from harm. We talk in hushed tones, about prognosis and odds, The statistical shadows, the unanswering gods. We see the hope in their eyes, then the flicker of doubt, As we explain the pathways, what it's all about. We've seen these before, the long, arduous fight, Some wake to the morning, some fade into night. We're fighting the clock, against time's steady pace, Trying to find the key to unlock this dark place. (Verse 4 - The Coma's Reflection) They talk around me, their voices a muffled drone, Unaware of the silence where I sit on my throne. I'm the ultimate filter, the ultimate divide, Between what was and what now exists inside. You're dreaming no dreams, just a blank, empty screen, A profound cessation, a life unseen. I hold you captive, in this liminal space, A test of endurance, a challenging race. Some whisper of angels, some demons, some light, But I'm just the absence, the endless, black night. I'm the quiet commander, of every single breath, The silent dictator, orchestrating your death, Or your re-awakening, a rebirth, a new dawn, Depending on forces, before I am gone. I'm the ultimate waiting room, where futures are weighed, The silent observer, as decisions are made. So lie still, my vessel, in this profound, deep trance, For in my stillness, you're given a second chance.