Needle and Pins

How nasty can you be?
You have fun with your arm-machine.
I'm impressed in how needy you came to be.
You bleed out until your razor burns out of battery.
A hidden fantasy.
It hurts for a million seconds but you like the evil.
Needles and pins point out to your finger-tips. 
Squeeze the tip and begin.
You want this?
I'm game, come on.
Your palms are so red and I'm entitled to your trance.
I fell in love with the sound of your moans while you put your life down.
God...
It's too late.
We can't even kneel still.
I'm living as a soul looking at
our dead bodies on the ground.
I want to live as a pin or a needle.