Needles

some time ago, a local paper reported a mob beating to death a drug addict, apparently escaping from his rehabilitation centre... i guess this was inspired by that news report

A troubled man
A slave to our own creation
In search of salvation
But his demons returned
And the walls of his confinement
They could not keep him in
When deep within where cravings come to life
That old familiar need
Like a flood came rising
Unstoppable, carrying everything away

But they didn't understand
This fallen man trying
To find a crutch, trying to stand
And no one remembered
That he, once, was a man
Before the needles came
With blood running in his veins
As red as any that ever flowed

Do you think they ever wonder
The hands that showed no mercy
Of his dying thoughts, his final wish
What if, as the blows rained down
What if he prayed for forgiveness and mercy
''Lord, forgive them for
They know not what they are doing''
What if, as the blows rained down
What if he thanked them with his final breath
For granting him his only wish
Ever since the needles came
Finally, a helping hand
To break him free from his prison