Her stomach was pumped
Her heart was repaired
All her wounds
Have been stitched up
Everyone is relieved
And glad that
She's okay
The doctors
Have three machines
Hooked up to her
Plus IV and oxygen
Her fears come
And visit her
She becomes conscious
They welcome her
To hell and Darkness
And let her meet
Death
The Grim Reaper
Comes along
With his sharp scythe
He fills her up
With aspirin
And slits her
Throat and wrists
He rips out her heart
And punctures
Her lungs
She smiles at him sweetly
And says kindly,
"Thank you, Mister Reaper..."
