Illusion of my Creation

Your light pierces my darkest places
Hoping to find myself through you.
In a thousand lies, I hear your voice
The crushing weight of my expectations
You find me in the corner
Trembling from my own shadows
You keep me locked and twisted inside
As I spread my wings
You tear them from my limbs
My voice is the revealing siren
The echoes of you replay
The screams are coming from within
Set me free.

The house of cards have faltered
The secrets have shown their veracity
To what have I placed my trust
Hopelessness has entangled me a final time
What else is there to keep my path before me
As the fear passes through me it scars me
Deliver me my redeemer, come quickly
The day curses me with no end
With vengeance and remorse I curse back
Who will restrain me? Who can tie my hands?
I tread among your graves
Your victims still speak of your horror
I speak back, but not of your terror
For you have had your last breath
I have snatched the life out of you
Your hollowness is the reward
Weep for yourself for I need not your pity
When you look upon me you will not find me
For you are the illusion of my creation