Tired

Warm hands meet cold knife
This happens often in my life
Heaving flesh meet puncturing pain
Subject to torture, we must ordain
Sadistically clean, what a strange approach
This is mine, yet you encroach
Metal god meet lesser being
Screaming, body aching
Let's cut this piece here
Did you know your innards look queer?
How lovely you squirm
Your death I confirm
             Love, Doctor