The Needle s Oath Requiem for a Dream

Red and blue, a TV glow
Sara’s jaw, a grinding show
Pills for breakfast, pills for sleep
A diet promise she must keep
Mirror cracks, the dress won’t fit
Speed-ball logic—this is it
Electrodes dance where angels die
She laughs as the voltage fries her sky

Chase the vein, chase the dream
Split the seam, tear the screen
Harry’s arm, a rotten vine
Marion’s body on the line
One more fix before the fall
Requiem means no prayer at all
Needle scratch, the final call
You get what you deserve—no miracles, no hall

Tyrone’s stripes, a county bed
Screaming junk inside his head
Harry’s stump a crimson leak
Marion on her knees to freak
“Ass to ass” the neon bleeds
Connection lost, the spirit cedes
Cold sweat rattles, the spoon is cold
The dream you bought is 80 years old

NOW THE WINTER WATCHES YOU BLEED!
No way back, no forgotten creed!
Mother’s shock, the lover’s leash
All you are is an aching meat piece!

Chase the vein, chase the dream
Split the seam, tear the screen
Harry’s arm, a rotten vine
Marion’s body on the line
One more fix before the fall
Requiem means no prayer at all
Needle scratch, the final call
You get what you deserve—no miracles, no hall

“Ma, it’s me... Harry... I’m coming home...”
But the arm’s not there, and the throne is foam.
Sara dreams of a red dress still...
(Fade to a flatline, then a drill)
Requiem. No heaven. No hell. Just the bill.