Needle-Pin My Veins To A Rising Sunset, I Want To Go Up There

Three cheers for a killing chill,
every moment to make you ill.
Crawling over burning soul and torch,
your bloody knees are in further scorch.
Call to calmness in poisoning sound
to find we're all laced and earth-bound.
As the ribbons untie and our papers unfold,
retyping our mistakes and what is told.
Dark tears of years past will shred
while you sob onto the corpses in your bed.
Broken kisses and passionate windows light
our way through our every night.
Stealing back stitches for sealing love
kill the peace-retrieving dove.
A broken heart mended by staples dulled.
We strive at patterns and break the mold.
Our coffin-still pulses are numb
with acid pushing onto The Thumb.
This life is fading in everyone's coffee eyes
with drugs killing our politicians' bleeding lies.
The living cannot decipher The Secret
but remember other's thoughts they kept.