~The needles sight~
The needle gives up the rite the sting is right,
As the venom quickly crawls back in again.
No longer a fight the scorpions cold bite,
Has taken me away from me again.
Lost in a trance at the poison dance,
My soul falls out and refuses to come back in.
The needle has earned the rite as I am lost,
In the night as my demons march briskly back in.
Nothing is right as my veins hold tight,
As the blood flows from me out then in.
Forever is now lost and there is a cost as,
the darkness creeps to black once again…..
Inkmaster
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