How come I shiver, hurt and bleed,nIf in dreams I cannot truly feelnWho would dare say, who would claimnThis hallucination isn't realnnSynaptical glitch looking glassnSo enticing, real and free of liesnProdigious, omnifariousnIn nourishes, it feeds my starving eyesnnArtificial the catalystnOrganic its progenynVoracious spectral offspringnSo sweet in its hungernUnbound this new visionnOptical regenesisnThreatening, so complete in beautiful deformitynnThese authoritive visions order my collective senses,nMy questioning, doubtful, rigid self to kneelnA judas syndrome in effectnFormer self the deceivernIts denial the wretched kissnThat kept this in disguisennCast off, the conceiling veil,nThe rational cloak of doubtnTorn off, the restraints,nThe blinded's shacklesnBurned away, the agony, the fear, the griefnA new set of eyes cleansed by a new belief