Your soft touch with strong determination
Strapped my body in place.
Looking through the eyes of conviction,
I saw your graceful face.
Injected with a needle of Midazolam.
You said that I would feel free - from anxiety
But slowly I felt like a little Golem
And as a last resort I behaved with piety.
From the white light of your aura.
Putting our love in doubt,
You brought the box of Pandora.
You came close and whispered,
"Time for Pancuronium Bromide."
Unable to get out of your mesmerizing skin,
I had no other choice but to abide.
Still had hope in you
Until I felt my muscles contract.
The terrifying paralysis
Spreading limb by limb.
I was unable to breath,
Powerless motion accompanied.
Not craved for your body anymore
But for oxygen as my lungs became drier.
I could feel your warm liquids pour
But none contained the love I desire.
You forgot to sedate me properly,
Administered one needle instead of two.
Your voices driven by the lust entirely,
I understood that I was always played by you.
After long minutes of struggling with me,
You got Potassium Chloride.
You were ready to stop my heart,
Sending my nerves for an irregular ride.
Looking at my clothes that laid aside
I wanted to unbuckle and hug them tight.
Remembering the past,
I waited for the final blow.
Thinking about the sorcery you cast,
My soul shivered, stopping the blood flow.
Your happiness was registered in heaven
While my existence presented in hell.
You think you were less than a weapon
While I felt the mutilation of each cell.
For you it was all for a fulfilling erection,
Passing a death sentence for me by
A Lethal Injection.
23 August 2020