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No One Knows I'm Comatose
by Liam White
My tinitus is ringing,
and my tiny-thing is stinging,
but my brain can't help but singing out,
Noone knows I'm comotose.
Oh, how blissful not to move,
not held by physicalities noose,
but remain, in hospital suit,
Noone knows I'm comotose.
Immobile's just an inconveniance,
thank god for topical leniance,
and medulla oblongata seances, as
Noone knows I'm comotose.
And yet it shows.
No One Knows I'm Comatose
by Liam White
My tinitus is ringing,
and my tiny-thing is stinging,
but my brain can't help but singing out,
Noone knows I'm comotose.
Oh, how blissful not to move,
not held by physicalities noose,
but remain, in hospital suit,
Noone knows I'm comotose.
Immobile's just an inconveniance,
thank god for topical leniance,
and medulla oblongata seances, as
Noone knows I'm comotose.
And yet it shows.
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