Blow This Bleakness Sky High

I shake by the iridescent flickering of my candle;  
tallying a mark for every lungful borrowed.  
Each phrase I speak is brimmed with gasoline;  
I’m going to blow this bleakness sky high.  
Barrages of bullets illuminate  
the fog we lurch through,  
intoxicated on ignorance.  
 
Caved-in hollows are
where lungs should be.  
Can you see them anywhere?  
I believe we consumed them;  
brought them with paper forgery.  
Leaderships have sunk,  
nations of shipwrecks decaying.  
Staggering ghouls trying to drink  
the truth away; tearing at flesh on bones.  
It doesn't deserve to be there.  
 
Where did the will to live go?    
You’ll find her in ‘fruitless cemetery’.  
Dig her up, rip out the spirit.  
Resuscitate it with the  
nation’s cloaked prayers.  
It will take every bit of us all,  
to turn this misshapen nightmare around.  
What are you waiting for?  
Blow this bleakness sky high.