They put a black pin in my head, and now my thoughts have fallen into a dark space, depressed...

They put a red pin in my heart, and now I’m bleeding to death…

For they sewed me up as a bundle of stuffing, cloth, buttons and thread;

Only to ruin me by putting syringe-like needles into my  porous, cotton flesh.

I remember my smile and my body being sewn into tight, neat stitches.

Now, all I can smell is their fiery anger,

And I can taste the evilness in their hate.

I can see their demons of jealousy stare deep into my black, button eyes,

And I can hear their murderous thoughts as I feel them jab those thin, pincushion needles into me…

One, two, “Shame on you!”

Three, four, they yell at me even more,

Five, six, their jealousy turns into lit match sticks…

Seven, eight, they shredded my heart, and now I hate.

Nine, ten, I can feel the burning of the match flame,

And the stab of needles again and again…