Wednesday, May 2, 2012

On the Table

I awake, only to die on the table
Pushed by bodies able
Through the door to the unknown
On my journey alone


Spark to those in need
Aiding best to those diseased
I greet him at the door
To push across the marble floor


Squeaky wheels turn
My inside burns
Fear of darkness
In a room brightest


My preparations complete
Although its no guarantee
My weapons to heal
Are those that might also kill


I am resigned to fate
This might just be my death bed
Again I'm put to sleep
I might never wake...



Life then lands
His lungs in my hands
Heart beats on screen
First cut done clean


He lies still
As his insides revealed
Blood pours then restored
How long can this mortal body endure?


'Wake up' I hear
What's far sounds so near
My eyes open I see
Life, has been given back to me



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