Knife

Knife
With a split down the middle
And a cold knife at my side
I'm lying open on the table
I feel there's nothing I can hide.

I'm conscious but I'm not awake.
Feeling empty, but it's all exposed--
Proving to you that I'm not hollow.
I try to see too, but my eyes stay closed.

The reality is my eyes are open,
And they're open way too wide.
I'm focusing on the part that split
Rather than looking inside.

The intricate details of what lies beneath
Are far deeper than I knew
I didn't realize they were there
Until he cut me through.

I see the surgeon cutting deep
And hear every splitting sound
I can't look down, my eyes won't go.
I'm forced to look around.

While my eyes scan the room
Comparing all i see,
He's examining deep inside,
If only I could go so deep.