Last Scene
The Curtain goes up
On this gruesome play.
The bodies spread out and mutilated,
Do they lay.
The blood stained stage
Long lost its wooden color
I stand next in line
Kept stationary by this leash and collar.
My eyes strained
I cannot close them for fear.
I take a deep breath.
I know my end is near.
The antagonizing screams
Make my heart jump
I watch in fear
As her haed falls to the floor with a thump.
He pulls on my leash,
Ties me to the chair
The needles are piercing
On my skin that is bare.
Where one tray sits,
With ropes and wires
There lies another
Filled with knives and pliers
He takes the knife
And he cuts me open
Hopefully I wake from this dream
With the right words spoken
These bloody tools
Make my skin crawl.
He lets me out of the chair
I instantly fall.
Upon the table I now lay,
He tilts it enough for the audience to see
I tremble and I shake
As he uses his tools to open me.
“I know you want it,”
He says with a smirk.
“I let you go,
But your legs did not work!”
Subject: Last Scene 
Wed Oct 01, 2008 5:15 pm
