Doctor, Sir

How can this be?

That you do not, hear me scream.

It is a marvel; it is no truth.

That you, my doctor, take my youth.

Where are you going? Not again!

Do not leave me on this bed.

I did it again, but I'll be good now!

That's a promise, my medical vow!

The cries of many, I do hear.

I thought you swore an oath to heal!

I know better now, of your ways.

I've been your subject for hours; days–

So far away. This place is hidden.

So am I, my eyes, now sunken.

My will to live has gone away.

No wait, there's something. My soul does stay.

The door does open, with many sudden uproars.

You smile with possession, I am yours.

I fake my weakness, to satisfy your thoughts.

I know what's coming. My stomach knots.

You croon it will be over, so very soon.

I begin to kick; scream, "I've been good!"

You seem to be deaf; I'm lifted to that chair.

Your demented treatments, a thinking snare.

My body's limp, tired with pain.

I barely notice; my hands are restrained.

You saunter in, your face is glad.

You open your mouth. "Now that wasn't so bad."

I lick my parched lips with a forcible smile.

He informs me, when I'm cured, it will be all worth my while.

I nod my head with a "Yes and thank you doctor, sir."

He smiles and walks away, my brain begins to stir.

I look towards my window. My view blocked off with bars.

My mind begins to turn, I get ideas from these stars.

Stars can burn, anything can kindle.

I'll teach you to be a healing man swindle

Many months go by. I've suffered greatly at your hand

None of that matters, your fate is in my hands.

I'm finally able to roam this hell, roam it as I please.

I pass your work room during one of your pain giving sprees.

The corners of my mouth begin to pleasantly twitch

The positions of power are about to switch.

I pull from my pocket some fuel and a match

I'll put a stop to this madness; your pain subject stash.

The strike of the match alights your new fate

Do you see what happens when you cause irate?

I drop the stick of fire on the laid out liquid path

The fire runs to you; causing your fervid bath

Your screams and howls excite me. More than you can ever tell

I laugh and shriek; enjoy the position you're in; the hell

I walk over to the burning mass: "It will all be over soon."

Your skin begins to burn, your epidermis goes to strewn

The smoke, it fills my lungs; I laugh at your now dead form

The plan didn't go exactly as I planned before

The fire is now on me, its hot, I do not feel

The doctor who destroyed was lost in my ordeal

I stagger in the flame my body in fervid rank

I trip and feel relief; I'm in the saline tank

The water is dank and icy I take in a salted breath

My body is found still lying there. My plan, it caused my death.