Comatose

On the recovery bed Oh so forlorn but full of hope As they gather round all so sad To pay tribute to the not yet dead For I am comatose My life in suspension, for those who know I can feel no pain, but I can hear the sounds On another realm , I do reside But to others I am heaven bound What a thing to know the truth? As they gather to pay their tributes And I listening to every word I heard them tell embellished lies Their catty talk, and anguished cries Garnishing truths with full effect Singing praises, offering regrets Neither could I cry or even sigh As they filed pass my carcass Walking on by. I heard the tributes that were made Laughing inside, at the things they said Bidding me farewell, buts thats a lie I am right here , I need no lullaby I was taken to heavens door Soaring on high, on the wings of angels But I was not really sure Whether to forsake earthly things Oh, what contradiction when my nemesis Extol my virtues, and paid a tribute Was it just a curious visit? Or a triumphant dance, couldn't resist And I heard you, that good old dear When you knelt in prayer, express your fear That repentance had passed me by Saving for a miracle, she must try And I heard you spill my secrets You swore to me , never to reveal Is it because you think Iam dead My fears now a reality, even before I rest my head Who are you to buy my casket? But I am aware of my hands and nose You may think I am dead I am simply laying, comatose Is it true that drunks tell no lies Nor does time move in reverse But if you want to trick and fool the wise Just pretend, you are comatose.