Blood splatter over the hospital walls and hospital floors
A massacre of one
Using no guns nor swords
Awaken in fright
Ripping out the drip tube
Spraying everything in sight
With the crimson liquid of life
Slaying my demons
As I laid asleep
So close to dying
I awoke standing several feet from my bed
Backed into a corner
Covered in red
Alarms started buzzing
Still a bit fuzzy
Where am I I shouted
Remembering nothing about it
Not the fight over
The helicopter as it hovered
Me inside
Just along for the ride
The fresh smell of burning flesh
Still in my nose
Down my throat a thick black hose
Catheters and burnt clothes
None of these would I have chose
Better me than he or she I suppose
If only the sacrifice I made for them were a contract that binds