Needles

a sharp object feared by most normal people

Needles

 

A glistening of silver,

shining under the flourescent panel lights,

yet in the darkest corridor of them all,

a portion of your reflection in them,

they read the fear in your eyes.

They take from us,

the vital fluid needed for living,

and they give us back,

nothing but pain and anxiety,

everything we already get from our days.

The satanic followers in their white coats,

doing the devil's work,

minions of the underworld,

the needles,

they take our souls away,

and in place is gold,

a fine lining,

too thin to see with our eyes,

but its there,

always has been,

it wasn't discovered until the other day though,

when the addict tore open his flesh.

Unfortunately for some of us,

not gold but oil lies there

in the deepest well possible,

the human heart,

a terrible thing to have,

and a terrible thing to live without too.

Author's Note

a wee bit scatter-brained, but that is where the best writing comes from right?