High Coma

She just goes. The time she never knows. Going until she can’t. Each night is the same. Fixed in a high coma. Life is dope, filled with dope shit. This dope kills. She never wants to endure feelings again. Eyes like glass, sedentary in a filthy trap house. Letting youth and beauty fade. Life will never be the same. It’s more subsist this way… Fixed inside a high coma.