I am a pin
Red at one end
The end that makes me
Calm, Happy, Safe
Me

But

I am sharp
I have a point
Cold, hard, solid
This end makes me
Vicious, murderous, cruel

It’s the only thing people want from me

I stare at a world
That doesn’t need me
That doesn’t want me
It just wants my tasks
My help
It needs me to do its dirty work

I’m a hired
Murder, torture, assassin
I hear the screams of the posters and cork right behind me

But

I am helpless to stop their pain
I live by the hands of my master
Incapable to control myself
To stop my point
From plunging into
Flesh

You see me
You are my master
You can relive so much pain
But you don’t
Why?
Because you need my point
Because you need me to do your dirty work