Restoration

tired
leaden limbs
head swims
sweet honey waves
whelming back and forth
tidal
primal
fill me with smoke
let the blackness creep in
don't feel it
wash it away
I am absolved
I tingle
I ache
I live
I die
feel the hunger
beating my lungs
molten hands
pressing deep
starved for air
leave me in this limbo
breath spills forth
I am restored
must I always be restored?