Patient.
"Put me under."
Says the patient as he bleeds profusely
Shaking her head
Nurse says "No,
You'll want to feel this greatly"
The bed is all dressed up in straps
Buckled down and he is trapped
Nurse covers his wound with two pretty colored bandages
One pink and one blue
Smiling, she says, "I know what this does to you."
Springing him upwards
She adjusts the helmet to his head
She tells him "Watch this,"
And he prays that he'll soon be dead
Drowned out in music
Drowned out in memories
He can't escape it
Just prays through those bandages he'll bleed
He's running through the virtual reality
He sees everything
Screaming stop it
There is no escape from your past.
Nurse leaves the room
Dims the light and hopes it lasts.
by
Atwoodposted on 06/21/2008
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