The Needle

I stick the needle deep in me, I stick it in my dying dream. Look to the heavens while on your knees, see just how it separates me from me.

A painting on display in a dark world. Every day is another day, there’s always something more. To look forward to and shout out loud, “Tomorrow is near, break away from the crowd.”

In the dark ages of days grand and new – the hurt can’t last, not from me to you.

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