Like a cadaver
I stare blankly
These interns
Sharp knives they poke me
On and on
For i am unfeeling
Taking away my warm clinic sheets
They feast on me
With their curiousity
They open me up
Just for adventure
For i am unfeeling
Shamelessly
I lay helpless for them
Naked, for their undeserving eyes
What it means to be trusted
But still they degrade me
For i am unfeeling
When they play with my insides
No, i don't complain
They say its for a better cause
Just to make me feel loved
But still they lock me in a bloody fridge
For i am unfeeling
My blood on the floor
Once they feared
But now its humour
When this waterfall so red
Trickles from every broken me
For i am unfeeling
My dead eyes stare at them
And the tears, not very alive
But its salt tastes of my pain
Was dead at first sight
But they had to drive the scalpel
Into my innocent heart
Promise them
With my resurrection
Shall come redemption
They shall unbleed my blood
Uncry my tears
They shall feel my unfeeling
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem