Do you know the influence of your action?

This pain is killing me The needlepoint splits Tearing my soul it savagely rips You’re watching me bleed Sitting there crying The game you’re playing is slowly dividing My mind from my body my soul from my life You cut with words; I cut with this knife… Malevolence in the corner of your mouth A hint of hatred in your eyes Menacing steps sound through the corridor As I silently scream at the watery blur Your shadow surrounds me With spikes, aimed dead centre Closing around me The knife edge enters read "the needlepoint splits" first