Consume

Waiting for Death

Consume


White surgical opretion glaves 
Wrep up her fingers fight 
On the lancet spread, blood in her hand 
Being seen the small flesh pieces 

No narcosis, no gas 
Before the victim concious dissappers 
Operation starts. 
On the cold marble like on ice 
Being lyed, body trembling 
With a thin wire, tied from wrists 
So that she cuts when it moves. 

Fear - fulled eyes are looking 
Screams have been in silence anymore 
Lancet is splitting from bosom 
Down along the body to two 
It makes to be felt the pain that she suffering 
With the blood gashing out 

All whiteness was blurred to red 
Coldness turned into warm 
Still lying down before he dies 
Begging god to die 
His last change is to wait for death 

Fulling many small needles into him 
Sewing so tight 
The wound that she created with lancet 
Then setting her victim free 
A great pain inside him while he moves 
There is only are thing that he can do 
Anymore 
To wait for death