Revival

Again I stare
Without really being able to
-Illusions

The verity terrifies
The dreams, the lies I deify
In despair I fail to understand
Whether the dreams create the scruples
Or the other way around

As the eyes begin to sting
I am swallowed by an abstract state
The spirit of indifference is here

Apathetic, searching
The sorrow feels preposterous
Within this psychotic chaos
The will smoothers
With the spew from the past

Weakened I dry out the faith
And then kiss its forehead
Uncertain
Slavering

This inner desperation is sort of religious
(Apocalyptic)
No clammy hands can alter me
My God
Alleviate the many distressed
I firmly proclaim
Hand out the water to those who thirst