personel hell

a poem I wrote when I was bored its about my surgerys and how hellish they were.

You bring me slowly in the room, where I will surely meet my doom.

 

you tell me to strip and lay in bed as demented thoughts rush 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 that they can tell.

 

they put a mask on my face, my blood boils bym heart begins to race.

 

I slip away, I fall asleep, my mind goes black the reaper reaps.

 

I wake up, as the machines beep, beep....beep...as the reaper...reaps.