Waiting For Death

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