Robot arms hover over me with metallic pinchers
I'm wearing the same Betelgeuse mask I imitated when I was younger
Antibiotics running their course but I can't believe it
My face feels like it's severely beaten
I can't feel my fingertips grazing my stubble
Gelatinous lips are somebody else's
Wadded up gauze sops up the blood
The contrast of red and white is frightening
This pain I'm experiencing is somewhat exciting
Uncontrolled giggling is the patient wiggling
Crushed by cinder blocks, reclined in the executioner's chair
Barely breathing out his nose, but there's still another pair