Littleman Needle

This is a story of a littleman called needle He sticks in your arm to give you a feeling He warms you up but is cold to the touch He'll fill you with pleasure but this is not leisure. He flow through your soul to leave a blackhole He tell you it's fun as he hits and runs He says he's a friend from start to the end. As he glistens in darkness he'll retain his sharpness He's happy in shadows as he gathers his masses. Drawing you in with each prick of the skin Leaving you sick and ravaged within Littleman needle is evil full of sin.