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.