Altered Boys.

I patched up my jeans,
but I forgot to take the needle out,
so it pains me to say
that it hurts just to keep going.
The death bells chime in the vicinity of a wedding.
One foot on the ground, the other in a grave,
our patience has been stretched too far.
Tales of courage are discouraged here.
Desperation sends signals down your spine,
pathogens harmonize with the
blood cells keeping you together.
It's been quite the Rapture,
second guessing the second coming.
No matter how it looks, a knife is a knife.
A knife is a knife, as it should be.
No matter just how sweet it sounds,
A lie will always taste just like a lie.
Open hearts and fatal colds
keep you from leaving your home,
Or risking your bones just to
walk down your own street.
Elaborate jokes have grown just as old,
Asking a million bystanders just
which direction the sun decides to set at night.
The lasting light has lost its name,
and I have given up hope of ever seeing you again.