In A Coma

in a coma i dreamt of a world of mouth to hand metal ships sailed through sea of black to disappear walls of gla*s some shuttered in the uniforms dulled with grey shadows littered about paper pink lay discarded in a coma breath in breath out never seem to remember anything anyway an excitement of a ship... they could see inside and i knew why we were clearly on our way we will sail into the future far into the black and away...