With needle and thread, I arrive,
and glance upon the horrific scene.
I get out my kit so you may thrive,
but what does it all even mean?

With needle and thread, I stitch you up,
and gaze into your haunted eyes.
I take out a syringe, fill a ****** cup,
but when will you ever rise?

With needle and thread, I outline my heart,
and point to it for future needs.
I smile sadly as I've done my part,
but why would you do more similar deeds?

With needle and thread, I shut my eyes,
so I may no longer see precisely.

Oh but don't you worry your little heart dear,
for I will still sew you up nicely.