Methods to Madness
By: Cry
Coronary artery bypass surgery, is a surgical procedure performed to relieve angina and reduce the risk of death from coronary artery disease. This surgery is usually performed with the heart stopped
Doctor: "I am now proceeding with a new method that I myself have chosen.. I will attempt to operate on this patient with the usage of a Neuromuscular-blocking drug that will in turn, cause the patient to be paralytic... his heart will still be beating and the patient will be completely aware of what is happening, while lacking the ability to move or interfere"
moments later...
The Bleeding --
it won't stop, 'cause there's no clots at the edge of a scalpel
you speak out of turn, and the razor gets you a mouthful
which is fixed to arousal while I proceed with the pain...
so try to dream it away while each cut looks as deep as it's made
and I don't know what it is... I'm just at ease with a blade
in my head all I can see is how a piece can be flayed
increasingly stained, in a precarious state
I hack at all the wrong parts and get carried away
arms like swiss cheese; and bearing the taste
of a needle's bad aim where no repairs can be made
among various waste.. I tend to get a bit excited
intestines clamber out and I can't fix the rips inside him
so my fingertips confide them.. with reassuring clenches
deeper, more rugged; that's what reoccuring depth is
teeth grinding 'til he's headless, the hurt must be immense
now open heart surgery's the unearthing of his pecks
gasping words he can't express, not fond of his attention
a patient cry for help -- but wants me gone within a second...
...
Blood dripping from the drill... clothes covered even more
my mind falls back to sanity and goes underneath the floor
scrubs covering the doors, the room's no longer empty
the whole surgery's complete, I'm what the other doctor's envy
and lookin' up, the clock's suggesting that it's half past eight
but for each gruesome memory... I can backtrack days
I can't relax, facts race, each thought is so precise...
can't imagine what just happened, hypnotics won't suffice
no hymnodical device.. he should be spewing up the ground
but he's there with perfect stitching, chest moving up and down
a cooing, touch of sound, my eyes persist to doubt
air coming from his lungs... when I'd just ripped them out..
Doctor: "Ehm... uh, and that, gentlemen... is how the procedure is done. It was a um..." *cough* "Excuse me! It was a, umm... simple task, and if you'd like to know more about the methods, then just get your own copy of the recording and observe it from my point of view. Thank you."
Later that night... the doctor is home in his chair,
still without memory, and losing his mind.
"There is more madness to my method, than method to my madness."
- Salvador Dali
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