Pineal Gland Optics
How come I shiver, hurt and bleed
If in dreams I cannot truly feel
Who would dare say, who would claim
This hallucination isn't real
Synaptical glitch looking glass
So enticing, real and free of lies
Prodigious, omnifarious
It nourishes, it feeds my starving eyes
Artificial the catalyst, organic its progeny
Voracious spectral offspring, so sweet in its hunger
Unbound this new vision, optical regenesis
Threatening, so complete in beautiful deformity
These authorative visions order my collective senses
My questioning, doubtful, rigid self to kneel
A Judas syndrome in effect, former self the deceiver
Its denial the wretched kiss that kept this in disguise
Cast off, the conceiling veil, the rational cloak of doubt
Torn off, the restraints, the blinded's shackles
Burned away, the agony, the fear, the grief
A new set of eyes cleansed by a new belief