Cutting through tissue, with scalpal in hand. 

Red life drips from gash and wound, steady as waves upon the sand

Grimacing eyes, now peaceful, too peaceful, disbelieving

Joltsof lightning through the still chest, 

Jumping to escape the claws of death.

Breath held in anticipation, seperation of the deathly noise

They wake and come to,

And I realize what i was made to do.