Threading Needles In the Dark

Taking time to test tradition, I entered a stage of your tragedy where high hopes ended in question marks as a mad dog bared its teeth. You asked me if I'd help you thread a needle in the dark, and when the cold steel pierced my skin, I felt your pain but I let it sting. A drop of blood upon my lips, I waited for a tender kiss, but you left me on a stairway in the rain threading needles in the dark.