I'm the VictimA Poem by Patrick B Vinceabduction, murderI 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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Added on September 14, 2019 Last Updated on September 14, 2019 AuthorPatrick B Vinceaurora, COAbouta writer of poetry in many forms. I indulge in dark, morbid and homoerotic writing. Not all at the same time. I have been writing for over 30 years. Published works can be found on http://www.lulu.com.. more..Writing
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