[Ullr]

Ullr's topic:

"Don't worry, this will be painless."


Poem:


A syringe dripping from a needle stainless
the mad doctor ***kles "This'll be so painless!"
He stabs the tip into the massive hip on whom the clasps had gripped
the adjective best befitting would be graphic grit
blood pours from festering wounds and acid drips
skin sizzles, steam from static discharges
experiments, testing, anatomy, carcass!
He dances 'round the lab twisting tabs on his parchment
one for each soul destroyed within this chasm of darkness.

Anesthetic, a useful thing when driving a patient by his tooth through a ring
of nails and pale azaleas and orchids, a flowery bed of dread while they sail through a hail of torches.
Singing and singeing all as they cry,
clinging, impinging, a ball of white light
brightness lashing, arcs of lightning flashing
electrocuted and fried alive
they scream for mercy and they try to die
but none may save them from this painless torture
they writhe as they see their body flayed from the former
limbs ripped and twisted, gripped with pliers and clippers snipping
fingers and toes, coiled a spring through the nose
so as the nostrils flare they'd bring them in close
and as the tension builds the flesh releases
and explodes outward with cartilage borne in separate pieces.

As the next patient is wheeled in an office unassuming
the doctor smiles and says "Good afternoon", know they not what is looming
and the torture that awaits within the cords and the drapes
o' such a horrible fate and so morbid and base.

He taps his hand on a desk dressed in vamps and a vest,
it's damp in his nest and thus can't risk to sweat
a blade that slips is simply dangerous!
and after all, it's true - this is sinfully painless.