Into a Coma I Am

There is a whisper within my mind that haunts my heart with shame, Its grows a stem within my heart and sets my life to blame I cannot bare my soul to you, for it as run its course, but if you see to where I go then you will find the scource. I bend to break but cannot hope that it would end my fate, I simply beg my destiny, to set it a quicker date. A thought would come and so I yield to this my dismal line, it surely came when I drew breath, but never was it mine. I wish I lived inside a coma to meet my final dream, to live a dream with emptiness, is better than it seems. To live a life with nothing and only prayer to keep, what stops my hand at wanting, to send my mind to sleep? Its such a pretty sentiment to give this lonely man, a wife and child that have no home, is this his master plan? Laughter is so bitter sweet without a melody, its simply just an echo, filled with melancholy. I wish I was a coma, to escape material lands, but as I cannot choose it, I'll stick with empty hands. So now I call to you, a robot of mankind, if I cannot have my dreams, then leave me please my mind.