Autopsy

The metal so cold
As it brushes my skin
A familiar pain
As it starts to dig in

The lights so bright
In a room so white
And my eyes grow tired
But can’t close from fright

They drive in the pain
As I’m glued to this table
I’d run and I’d scream
If only I were able…

The pain I can feel tells me I shouldn’t be awake...
The way they slice me open tells me I shouldn't be alive...