personel hell

a poem I wrote to break my writers block its about the hell of surgery when your only sixteen

They bring me slowly in this room where

where I will surely meet my doom.

 

They tell me to strip and lay in bed, as demented

thoughts run through my head.

 

The I.V. goes into my vein for some reason

I think of Hitlers Reign.

 

Now I'm alone in this hell... I'm scared

and I know, they can tell.

 

They put a mask on my face,

my blood begins to boil, my heart begins to race.

 

I slip away, I fall asleep, my mind goes black

while the reaper reaps.

 

I wake up, as the machines slowly beeps...beep...beep

...as the reaper...reaps.