A needle that pricks, pricks more and more, more drops are produced, red drops. That's how you see your life, something that can constantly prick you, your mind bleeds. Do you think you're free in a picture already painted?

Everything's already done, you just move the piece to where it was already thought of, and the needle pricks you harder and deeper. In a while, you're consumed, dry, your game is over, and even so, a few more wounds will probably continue to bleed, revealing nothing more than the remains of a life full of problems, stress, a thread that ties you slowly and painfully.