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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => My Room
[time] => 2006-01-24 21:14:53
[hometext] => I kinda like Dark Poetry
[bodytext] => Taken from my home Choice I didn't want to go Trying to struggle I couldn't move Two men straped me on a gurney A nurse took my pulse Oxigen was put over my face Now I know I am not crazy Trying to struggle to no advail My body was straped How could I fight back ? I vaguely remember the hospital, I could hear the din of murmer Above a very bright light They were unstraping me Entering in was a doctor He didn't even wash his hands Putting on a gown and being handed a scaple They then put me on a table Damn ! The table was metel and cold Restraped I still couldn't move Panicly I saw the scaple coming down Slowly slowly I paled I couldn't feel anything Must be sedated I presumed I just didn't remember So much has been happening The doctor sliced open my chest I could still hear the din of murmer Strangely I felt alright; Just not my best Quick as it started they were done The doctor was removing his gloves Two men put me on a gurney They were taking me to my room Wait their putting me in an ambulance I thought They must be taking me to another hospital I felt better with my own insurence The ambulance drove with no siren or lights flashing Yes; their just transporting me It was dark and a slight rain fell I could see distant flashes of lightning The ambulance quietly stopped The house seemd awfully big Must be a rehab place I assumed The night was dark A man dressed in black open the door Hi Stan hi Benn Bring him in here They wheeled me down a dim lit hall The room was dark and chilled where is all the help I pondered They must have a small crew on nights I felt cold Again they lifted me on a table It was dark and I couldn't see a thing Thank you boys I'll see you in a day or so Probably I could't understand Why couldn't I move Nor feel Druged I reasoned The night was long and errie Morning it must be morning I could hear people upstairs Barely A light was switched on Two men approached me I could hear them clearly Well let's get him ready to embalm My god my god I cried It can't be Look I can see No ! No I haven't died They cut me They enjected me Shaved me Why can't you see Quick as they started they were done I looked around They were moving me I finally got my room A couple soafas three four chairs Scenery picures on the walls Stuff I would never own Everything with matching pairs Wait I see my family coming in Their all weeping Whats my fate I'll take you there a blacked dressed man said My wife my daughters my son They all weeped harder My god I"M dead ! It can't be I can see It's me Don't weep A short while and they walked away Their tears subside No ! No ! I didn't die Stay Then only then I realized I hovered above Judgement comes Lord, Lord forgive my sin Sinned [comments] => 5 [counter] => 502 [topic] => 13 [informant] => sinned [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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