I'm the Victim

I woke my head pounding

I didn't recognize my surroundings

something was terribly wrong

my hands were bound tightly

I could move my legs slightly

some would say I was quite strong

a bright light turned on above me

as someone touched me freely

panic began to set in

they started by cutting my cloths off

gave me oxygen I started to cough

I was being put to sleep again

I think I drempt I can't remember

kept thinking never surrender

reality was I may die

I didn't know how long I was out

I kept quite didn't scream or shout

I was lucky to be alive

I didn't know if it was a they her or him

I knew escape was pretty slim

still I started to struggle

I found though I couldn't move

it's like my arms and legs didn't want to

panic set in I was in trouble

a silhouette blocked my sight

got a shot I didn't feel right

gave in I floundered off to la la land

pressure in my chest woke me

I was numb neck to knee

I lifted my head saw a scalpel in his hand

like a surgeon he worked methodically

looking up at me periodically

a crazed smile in his eyes caused fear to expand

he was slowly cutting out my heart

the concept was tearing me apart

but I couldn't avoid watching

before all went black and I died

I saw him hold my heart up high

this is my ghost talking

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