Executioner Needles...

 The burn invades my skin, then to the muscles, eventually overtaking me completely.
The tears brimming in my eyes as I try and stay courageous.
The executioners milling around me wearing masks of health and fake concern.
A new needle enters me now, closer to my soul, this one drains my will and resolve a bit at a time.
How many more needles will they scar me with?, I wonder..
Hopelessness drips into my veins, searing my pride and life.
I look to the ceiling, begging to a merciless god for some sign this is worth the effort..

The light fades from within me as the last needle drives deep into me, the mask on this executioner
that of the merciless god.
He smiles wickedly behind his mask, his voice soft and gentle, "You can do this .", he says..
His eyes sear the truth into my heart..my resolve drains away..

His eyes brighten as they all see my pain, my tears, my resolve filling thier executioner needles...
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