Under The Knife Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Under The Knife



Inviting the world for a plunder.
Echos boom in the background like thunder.
Groggy in a waking dream.
As they cut me open I want scream.
But nothing comes out.
Not a peep or single sound.
Funny men with all white mask sorround me.
One with a scapel in his hand saying something but I just can't understand.
My body will not move, no feeling at all.
A numbness with no control.
And finally there is again not knowing how I got here on this steel table.
A fear factor times ten, praying to god, and saying goodbye to all my loves in my head.
Then I pass out again and wake with a nurse with bleach blonde hair and baby blue eyes saying hope you enjoyed stay.
Or maybe it was roomservice and I'm just completely utterly confused.
But I'm outta here.
Gone like the wind.
Hopefully never to be back again.

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