Needles

These words that have been spoken,
I can't say them anymore,
'Cos my lonely spirit is broken,
So what have I got to live for?

My dreams are about to expire,
Like the burning pages of a book,
Thrown into the fire,
I dare you to take a look.

I know that one day,
Everything is going to be fine,
But until then I'll prey,
That the lord will give me a sign.

I'm so sick of this,
So let me commit a sin,
And get some needles,
To stick them in.

By Jay Basey © 2006