Primitive Anaesthesia

Primitive Anaesthesia

It beats. Puh-Rump, Puh-Rump. A hurricane in my chest
Cloudy thoughts fight their way through the pain in my flesh
Like a wedge was driven deep, leaving organs exposed
Which would normally show only a corpse or a ghost
But I live, some awful, impossible surreal horror
As prying fingers romp within my breast plate, real torture
I visualize the future; my heart ripped from home
I make a fist and groan, alone, mixed with mist that's sewn
By poison, a mind-numbing mixture injected in my veins
Coaxed to fractions through slow reactions, infection in my brain
Woozily, I float to action, I must escape
Crush this state of foggy fear firmly and trust in fate
Weakly, I push to rise, see a white robed man with crooked eyes
Alarmed he yells 'he shook and sighed! use hooks and ties....
He looks alive......if this person tries......he could survive.....
No disappointment! Keep him well anointed with good supplies'
Four assistants rush to restrain me, I can't resist
Revolution crushed from me plainly, my hands desist
I am powerless, at this final hour it's the end
My eyes close as a blackness dark as pits descends

I'm awoken to the sight of a kindly nurse
Chatting softly with the man who claimed to find me first
Head reeling, pain, dead feeling, brutal scars run down me
Struggle to listen as bright jeweled stars surround me
'I was just scooting past, heard a boom and blast! A roof collapsed
Found this dude was trapped with two huge slabs of metal that extruded past
his suit and splat! Blood everywhere, I knew to act and do it fast
Called here for you to snatch him up so he wasn't doomed at last'

Amused, I laughed, the illusion of my mind's projection
Was an odd invention and I saw after reflection
Human sacrifice is still something to be scared of it's
Just that these days it might be an attack from a terrorist