Sew Me Up Dr.

When you enter surgery who knows what will happen.

A doctor and knife

A second life

Umbrellas and rain

A bloody vain

 

Hours on the clock

Patients in shock

When it becomes dark

They’re cutting the mark

 

Dreams and visions

Meticulous precisions

A finger and toe

A spreading flow

 

Fading in, fading out

A bloated stout

Whispers and worries

Nightmare flurries

 

A cut, a slash

A red hash

A pump and squirt

A random spurt

 

Open your eyes

So weary and dead

Sew me up

Thread by thread