The Needle
There’s a soft stinging sensation that rises from the floor
Lights are dancing round my head
Who is that man with the apple in his hand?
Where did I go, I wasn’t here before
I’m drunk again but never touched a drop
See me
See me
I think I’ll lie down for a while
I hate the fact that I’m someone else
From the man I was before
Before
The lights are fading out
Darkness settles in
Who is that man with the needle in his hand?
A little prick
That fucking dick
What is that sensation on my tongue?
A moment passes
It seems like days
Oh hello Dad, what did I do?
Did I scare you when you found me on the floor?
Hey son, are you feeling better?
Let me help you check your sugar
That Goddamned disease was here again
Diabetes
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