Dreams

I sit in my chair in the middle of dark room writing. As I hear screams in my head I hold it tightly trying to make it go away. The years that I saw people, people openly cut open alive, seeing there bodily juices spurt out on to the open marble floor. Their hearts still beat, pumping ever more blood through there fragile and broken bodies. I hear the screams as the doctors slowly insert there knives and slowly open the mush of his stomach. I watch from above through glass windows as I see them dismember one of his ribs and start poking at the bleeding heart. The patient no longer screams, just lays there with his eyes open, looking at the forever blackness. Doctor’s finishes there work as they slowly take the fleshy skin and sew it together. As time rolls by the patient leaves the table and cleaning crews come to mop the crimson red blood off the forest green marble floor. I take my seat at the table and slice my bleeding steak and I look up into the black sky and think to myself... what a wonderful world.