What Words Create -

Behold mortality, my strongest foe

I cannot understand thy nature

Who would question the light?

A secret of thine

Dreamt into being, this darkness cannot prevail

Who would question the bright?

Darkness shall not succeed

Yet his beguilement seduces defeat

Casting all rules aside, unwilling to lose

In darkness, relentless, I fight for myself

In madness, defenseless, seek sanity

With wisdom, in gladness, for fear of my sight

Arise to reveal a path to paradise

What words create, life takes away

And reveals the disguise

Left here to uncover a secret of yours

The fleeting motion, of what we can’t see

Shadows hide bleak scars that run deep

And yet we all find comfort inside

Here beneath our insanity

A damaged façade

Hiding from the world Escape this reality

Dreamt into being

Thus as we speak this fractured litany

Our illusions become icons and gods

The essence of being denies our fallacies

For the axiom of infinity cares not for the awareness of man