*This I wrote because I am getin surgery on my left shoulder*
The sleepers begin to drift me out and away,
And before I pass out, they say its ok.
News flash! No it aint! Im gettin cut open!
This wasn't planned! I really wasn't hopin!
Sure I have a broken bone, but I still own it!
But I guess for now its already been shown. Sh**!
Asleep and unconscious, wasnt ready to take this.
I wished they didnt hurt me and the blade missed.
Machines buzzes naer my ear as I see black and fear
That the process of "success's" tools got me to hear.
As scary as thus be, I must see one simple fact.
Thou has to go throughout the painfull act.
Too gruesome, cant bear to watch. To much agony.
All this pain on one huge plate. What they hand to me.
Damn. Just wont go through it. But I have to.
Cause if I dont idk what they would then do.
Let me go back to the old times. The era of Soldier.
I still am, just worried bout da surgery on the shoulder.
Everyone rushing around in a hurry,
Gives me more reason to worry.
I look at my shoulder and see Burgundy.
And thats why I'm scared of this surgery.
