Call A Doctor!

'Stitch'-'flip'-'twitch'-'snip!'
A swift hand to flip the switch, on the table lay a cold body freshly stitched.
Blood leaks gently between gaps in tiles,
Draining the carcass as it's defiled. Splashing quick drops that spill from deep wounds gashing.
Suits, gloves, masks.. soaked in blood all too fast. The clock ticks, the ice no longer thick. The clock ticks, doctors are rushing, leaving the body with blood pumping and thrusting.

Game on! The pressure is strong! Repair the organs, pull out the tongs! The hand strikes 'stop'! The time is frozen up, someone grab a mop.

It was all just a test, an act to seperate the best, but what of the body? It lays violently molested and soggy, my mind dazed, the carcass resembles a twisting maze. Once a loved one...now a shredded toy used for fun.

Defeated, left leaking, 'take a seat'...pick your cut of meat and eat..

    ....enjoy..


   .. .`'Man¿Deyer`'.. ...