Poems written in a dark room

Cadaver

I am a cadaver
Stiff and ridged
Blue and cold
Under these harsh lights
And sharp blades
You cut me to see how I bleed
You open me to see how I breath
You ravage all these pieces of me
A walking cadaver is all you see
To investigate as you please
And I fall at my knees
A marionette without strings
You have cut me free
So I am a cadaver
A dead weight with no direction
Keep looking for my infection
And cut deeper
See more
Scar tissue
I miss you
Calling the shots
Put me in a plot
And leave me to rot
Don't leave me here to bleed
I don't need to see
What you have done to me