Examination

They began to scourge me at the pillars

Tools ripping away at my flesh

The figures have abruptly become killers

And my memory starts to refresh

The holy hands of the sky the architects of life

Brought me back as I began to die

The wrath of the gods unleashed upon me

Through my wrist they place their pins

Their blackened eyes are filled with intent

How can I speak or resist

My body's in paralysis

These surgeons are artists my body is canvas

The needles make my skin peel

This cannot be This isn't real

This is the pain of a million deaths

My anatomy is the the theatre of war

I am the witness of catastrophe

My structure is shattered it lies in ruin

My body is gone but I'm still alive

They are the artists

The sole creators