Punctured.

The needle pierced his skin.
Skin that covers a body sickly thin.
Into a dream world he did slip.
Saliva dripping of his bottom lip.
All around him damp and dark.
His skinny dog beside him does hungrily bark.
He is far from this world of the living.
To its future nothing he is giving.
He lies in a crumpled heap.
To him life is oh so cheap.
Soon he will awake.
And another needle he will take.