Eyes open, dazed, confused
How did I wake up here?
Swiftly rendered unconscious
By a blow to the back of the head
“Greetings,” my assailant said,
“Scream all you like, soon you’ll be dead.
Tonight is an experimental endeavor,
To churn your blood into butter.”
In defiance of this maniac
I screamed to the heavens
For a god, any god to save me
From this hell I’ve found myself in
Now bound, gagged, hung upside down
Anxiety at an all time high
Blood is rushing to my crown
As my end is extremely nigh
The barrel is set, the churn-staff awaits
To merge my lipids with sweet cream
My well being in such dire straits…
My jugular, my trachea, my carotid arteries
Fall victim to surgical steel and precision
Stifled were my cries, ignored were my pleas
By a madman with a knack for incision
Brief flashes – life depleted
My candle shall no longer burn
Exsanguination complete
So churn, baby, churn