Alghazanth

In the aftermath of another escape from reality
Exhausted you lay, circled by nothingness
You sank so deep... lacking the strength to surface again
Miracles and revelations, or just hallusinations?
God tends to speak only at the moments of weakness
As ruins are easier to conquer
Guilt batters with a killer's fist
Forcing you to confess your supposed sins
Hoping for heaven, afraid of hell
You sealed your decay with a shallow prayer
How real can this revival be