Dull needle

Dull Needle

The tip of this sword, just a weak piece of steal.

Worn out and been

Used for weeks now, and no hope of a new one.

It is freedom

My escape plan, It's like being stabbed with a spoon, and the

Blood in the tip is attractive, burnt black from checking for clots

Notice the black specks on the veins. A pop as old faithful

It penetrates the skin. Slips into place. The flash begins.

Complete the transaction with the warmth. People say what?

A loss, others say nothing but net, nothing but a win.