Comatose

I found the whiskey sages
Dancing in the dim
Their eyes on the music
And carved teeth on crystal rim 
They wore leather gloves and spandex 
They carried bullets in their heads
They spoke of liberty and lunacy 
And took daydreams to their beds

I found the wounded women
Walking down the aisle
Their face a plastic painting
Melting for a smile
They held too many secrets
Their eyes were far too bright
For a world that loved the dark
Who wished let there be no light 

I found the neon soldiers 
Trapped beneath a grenade pin
Soon to be a sea of roses
For it is the war that always win
They guarded children in the basement 
They were taught to stand and fight
They were told the recoil’s same
Even if the barrel’s wrong or right

I found my fallen pieces
Flowing down the ice cold river
My skin the colour of water
Burning with an old fever:
I had seen the cards beforehand 
And called out the eternal bluff
With so many lives to play
One life is not enough