Needles

by Steve Mager

 

Near the place where needles go
Needles goes, and Needles knows
He knows when all the bars are closed
Dead men sit here, perched like crows

Morning light will fade to night
Though day may never come
Needles knows the crow’s delight
He knows what makes them numb

Near the place where needles go
Needles goes, and Needles knows
He knows the life the liquid chose
The scars of life that each arm shows

Few will leave, but many stay
His work is never done
Fade to black, and then to grey
Until there’s only one

Near the place where needles go

Needles goes, and Needles knows

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