The Fall of Days

In reaction to the end.
Take this "grave" and mark it with a "name".
We are living in a falsely driven world.
Called out from old ghosts.
I have seen this many times before.
It comes in waves,
like the nightmares, like the plagues.
Take back your words and choke on them.
If pain doesn't change your mind, I will show you what will.
The sea's reach higher than the clouds and reigns down on us, with no hope of being saved.
Doomed, as it seems, we have lost our faith.
But our home is not here.
Faith is restored to those who recognize it.
Different as it may seem,
terrifying as it may seem,
the truth as it may seem,
staring right at your face.
Blindly, searching for something you already have.