The Cure is cutting my veins.

Slowly, painfully.

Inserting needle under my skin.

Filling me with notes,

words,

sentences.

And I go with them down the fascination street.

Leaving the trace behind -

My blood.

“You were supposed to heal me”

“Just stay close to me and we’ll show them that our mint car is still alive”

“But the pictures of him are real. They are still inside”

“Don’t worry, the end of the world is near…”

“… and it feels just like heaven”

My road was full of needles

and blood.

You’re in me now.