Needle

You crawl up brick walls and look inward
While your eyes flicker and your blood clots
In time you will forget the stinging pain from the needle
The stinging pain from the needle

A mere detail shuts the door
Snow becomes rain and grass becomes dust
While the void is filled with lifeless thoughts
In time you will forget the bitterly cold corridors
The bitterly cold corridors

Your internal organs hum, whirl around, spin around like a fly
Trapped, confined, encaged in a room without windows

In time you will forget the sleepless limbs
The sleeplеss limbs

My child, where are you?
My child, I see you!

My child, whеre are you?