Dim light tailor

Knitting threads to link it all,
Happiness and trends together,
Oh God, knit me one,
Myself, a dim lighted tailor.

Measured sewing along the way,
Half life spent in tales of thread,
When feast of riches spread around,
Pale face and a piece of fungal bread.

Eyes gleaming upon satin perfection,
Lost, grey shade of a faded soul,
Garments masking evil inside,
Shredded guiltiness of a weary loophole.

So many paddling the machine together,
In shining shops, stitching future,
Broken bulb and scissors of fate,
Cornered deep down the dark gate.

The moody blue of jeans,
Once tried to cover ripped knees.