The inexplicable dim

On a caustic mourning drenched in reign -

And punch drunk from these aftershocks.

Blackened by the lightening, that somehow can't be seen.

All around a static screams, it's impotence amongst emptiness.

Imagined feel takes no shape, an absence missing pieces.

The lost pretend to find themselves.

The fallen can't stop bleeding.

The blind, of course, they have no faith.

'Cause seeing is believing.