The Surgeon

Slowly regaining consciousness            
To the sight of something ominous            
A table full of surgical tools            
From my mouth blood drools            
           
My eyes quickly scan the room            
A musty dampness lingers            
My body strapped down in this tomb            
When I noticed missing fingers            
           
A haunting drip of water            
Echoes through the stagnant air            
Fear of my impending slaughter            
But all I can do is stare            
           
In the room a surgeon appears            
With latex gloves on his hands            
A mask tied around his ears            
He asks if I understand            
           
Nodding my head sideways, confused            
The anesthesia still in effect            
He looks over unamused            
I'm not sure what next to expect            
           
Focused he approached the table            
Looking for his weapon of choice            
I tried screaming but was unable            
My missing tongue removed my voice            
           
He finally made his decision            
A scapel firmly in his grip            
He starts with a painful incision            
Into my abdomen the scapel slips            
           
Below my ribs a 12 inch cut            
My kidneys painfully removed            
Once again my body sewn shut            
My operation table then moved            
           
Pushed by his assistants            
Down to the end of the hall            
A room of nonexistance            
Enclosed with blood stained walls            
           
My body was lifted and placed            
Into a cold dark locked cage            
Odors of carcasses left to waste            
Have been decomposing for days            
           
In the corner I hear a sound            
Tears filled with deafening screams            
Many future victims still are bound            
With lifeless eyes of haunted dreams            
           
Some victims still barely alive            
While others are quite dead            
Holding on trying to survive            
But hope now fading instead            
           
The surgeon once again enters            
Now he's requesting a heart            
His assistants focus centers            
My wife they placed on a cart            
           
Her body still suffering            
From her surgery earlier today            
The black market discovering            
Fresh organs iced on the way            
           
Last night we were abducted            
While enjoying our vacation            
This dirty surgeon corrupted            
A deadly nightmaric situation