Surgeon

A poem my friend Lupe and I wrote together for our English class. It's about a surgeon who kills people.

There was a surgeon, forced to retire.
He was an old man with a head of fire.

He had a hunched back that could be straight.
He would use his tools to decide your fate.

If he could he would take your face and wear it.
For he had a face that could not be fixed.

Sewn people together in a fit of rage.
The victims cry as they watch from their cage.

They cry and weep as he cuts their friends up.
Then he puts their blood to drink in a cup.

Angry for the forced retirement,
Never got caught even with police sent.

Told police he had done nothing wrong,
While in his basement his victims sang their last song.

Sat in his living room, full of regret,
He finally decided, his heart was set.

"I shall take a pilgrimage," he said,
"One full of people who would not be dead."

There he traveled with people so bright,
That they could light up the sky in the dead of night.

But a people's person he was not,
So he killed them all, he killed the lot.

At confession, he sat down and said,
"I'm not sorry that they are all dead."

Author's Note

Picture by Giggle-Monster on Deviantart.

It was to be 24 lines with around ten syllables average. So it might seem rushed. If you have any questions, ask away. ^^

Reviews

[Emunah June.]

Uuuggghhh!! o-o That just freaked me out!!! That last line really brought it all together. Dear God almighty...I might like this guy ;D

LOL but in all seriousness that was a creepypasta for sure. You made it sond so eerie and Halloween-y almost without it being overdone or clitche. It was a very well rounded, original piece that is just simply well done. :)

[Rae]

Thanks! It was not even written for Halloween. I just came up with a killer surgeon and it came together from there. ^^

[Ali]

pretty creepy yet good