Surgery

I wrote this one many, many years ago after having a horrible nightmare about being operated on... it's not particularly merit worthy as poetry goes, and it's a bit rough, but even now it does make me remember that dream quite vividly. Unfortunately :/
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Through a dreamlike haze, I felt the parted flesh
meet again in a stinging kiss. The wake of
the blade must leave this. Yet I should not know!
Not enough used. Agony laid on thick;

Iam not under anaesthetic!

Paralysed by fear, and laboured breath,
I cannot feel my fingers; only theirs, in my torso.
My eyes taped shut, but I see Them!
Evil miracle workers commanding me 'Open!'

Faith in God is disappearing
Crimsons claws and foul maws leering
Laser-light and nerve ends searing
My trinket life, my end is nearing

In the interests of Science, dismembered
By a handful of minds I'm remembered.
To a shadowy place my soul flees,
While my body is rent, by degrees.

I'll never know why.

Time to die.