Good Evening Doctor...

Screaming for help,
But no breath to scream.
I'm praying to wake up,
From this hellish nightmare dream.

The calls of the Doctor,
With his torture chair of doom,
Closing in on me,
AS this danger slowly looms.

Running from the pain,
The pain that comes from him.
I don't know where I am,
Am I to sink, Or to swim.

Confusion all around,
Makes me wonder if it's real.
But my doubts are quickly gone,
As my blood he tries to steal.

Cutting me with tools,
That spin with natural ease.
I'm begging for his mercy,
Begging, pleading on my knees.

With the blood in the air from
The slash of his knife,
I woke up in a sweat,
When, in my dream, I lost my life.