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OP

As they put me to sleep 

The last image I see 

Is the face of an angel 

Who\'s winking at me

There\'s no wings or preened feathers 

No halo has she 

Though her eyes burned the fear from my heart 

 

Slipping into yon darkness 

Where lives can get lost 

All the i\'s have been dotted 

And all the t\'s crossed 

On the verge of a coma 

The coin\'s been tossed 

In the void her eyes massage my heart 

 

Surgical sharp\'s the scalpel 

Patrolling my skin 

Opened up like emergency 

Soup in a tin

When my insides are outside 

My old safety pin

Tacks the look in her eyes to my heart