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
In 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 authoritive 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 concealing 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