Comatose

Words break,
I hear the snap;
Vision blurs,
and I see the vague.
I smell
my breath,
babbling my own words;
Thirst binds throat,
Loosen up veins.
Heart loudly shouts,
but intermittently.
and it feels like
a quagmire eats me.
Sleep is inducing my senses.
keeping bound,
behind the fences.

But something liberating
in loosing up everything;
world lost but life blown in
as comatose win.