I Of The Needle

Huddled in a corner, unseen by a world so vastThere lies a trampled figure, with eyes of smokey glass.Searching for a future, distorted by the past,Shattered in an instant by a shot too good to last.Pushing, pulling, pressure's crushing,Running harder to get awayTime nears reaping, death's door's greetingSlipping further to dismay.Delirium rules an innocent life, a diet of tears and dopeThe strangling grip of a punctured vein, a life of faded hopeLooking to the needle now, looking to the ropeThe light flickers weakening, unable now to cope.Pushing, pulling, pressure's crushing,Running harder to get awayTime nears reaping, death's door's greetingSlipping further to dismay.Oh Lord, I am a burnt up offeringHigh on desolationMy God too long have I beenShadowed by my fears.Your love is way beyond allHuman comprehension.I pray, that you'll kill the painAnd wipe away the tears.