Needle Boy

Who's that garçon, playing with needles eagerly stabbing the fantastique tragedy squirming so quickly by the macabre melody what makes my shadow laugh forwardly above me! Eye on him from behind turning and twisting drilling the fear out from his astonishment and when we move around yelling and swearing all at once little hand drops all these little things childishly moaning! His chest is silent now his life is absconding where has the beating just disappeared? I'm flapping like a lunatic, something is leaking out from my bowels deep inside me! Pierced to the guiltiness right by the dying boy needles are digging like gluttonous maggots dirtily cruelly mortally with pleasure feeding their sharp bodies inside of me!