Heartless
The ice on my skin burns like the sun,
As the freezing steel makes another run.
Searing pain reminds me of why its done,
Medical precision assures the blood will run.
With this pain another news story is spun,
Followed by the segment of the one who used the gun.
Copyright © Court Thompson | Year Posted 2011
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