- Enough blood, - the torturer declared,
When the knife was still driven under my ribs,
Stuck in my back.
And I thought, all wincing with pain:
What if he decides
To be my doctor as well?
- Enough blood, - the torturer declared,
When the knife was still driven under my ribs,
Stuck in my back.
And I thought, all wincing with pain:
What if he decides
To be my doctor as well?