It’s peace as in death
No dreams or feeling
Surgery sends the mind
Breathing though vacant in thought.
Split second coma
Opens the conscious
Letting the present seep out
Keeping pain away.
Fate in surgeons hands
The fear dying in silent mystery
Surrender myself to a higher power
I am yours to mend or destroy.
Awoken by strangers after long hours
Wiping free the blood from stains
Of the stitches which tell the story
Why metal was wrapped around veins.