so here I am now, stretched out on the table
I feel like I'm overdressed for the occasion
some soothing words as preparation
“are you alright because you seem a bit shaken”
four pairs of hands flying around with some tools
“you’re so pale you nearly merge with the room
you will feel a sting, so take a deep breath”
oh please just bring that needle to my head and

while you’re at it, can you cut me some jagged edges
as you can see, this body ain’t all that precious
already battered, a mere vessel
now hurry up or it will burst under pressure
and be so kind as to open me up wide
tear out the filth that’s piled up inside
I feel sick, take a deep breath
before they bring the scalpel to my head and

slowly slice
cut it out
seal me off
a hissing sound
stitch me up
tightly now

something in here smells horribly burned
the floor is littered with liquids and dirt
the headrest stained, a deep red shade,
I wipe off the blood that’s trickling down my face
I will be blessed with a beautiful scar
at least now, I finally look the part
I feel an itch, take a deep breath
as I slowly bring my hands up to my head and