Taking From The Dead

I can hear them
the doctors, messengers of death
peering over me from the glass dome
I can't feel my arms or legs
what did they put in me?
I'm trying to talk but nothing comes out

I can see the wires strapped to my body
the morphine tube going into my arm
the table is filled with various tools
of what appears to be my execution
can't the doctors see at all
can't they see that I'm still alive

The first doctor appears out of mist
as he takes the scapel to his hand
"Well, well aren't we lucky to have such a healthy donor"
he says as the scapel goes in
I scream and scream in my mind
pleading for them to stop this at once

Their spider-like hands are crawling in my stomach
touching this and that, making me want to puke
I can feel the scapel go in my kidney
cutting my life support away form me
please don't do this to me
can't you see that I'm still alive
my life is fading into the hands of the doctors
my body is almost empty
of anything to keep me alive
why can't they see that I'm still
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