The needle pierces the epidermis
to find a waiting vein
though the instrument point isn't sharp as new
'tis worth a little pain
I feel warmth and a slight burn
as it travels like a speeding train
from needle, vein, then pounding heart
and finally to my brain
The things one does to find some peace
escape the haunting pain;
stick a needle in my arm
or a shotgun to my brain
(10/10/10)
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