Illusion

I twist the human mind around

I feed on light, I feed on sound,

Distort them: and Truth is slain

And the little red ink stain

Becomes the vivid red of blood

The storm inside that mind, that flood

Of broken thoughts is me

Insuperable, the almighty

I live on greed, deceit and lies

Not all who know me, though, despise

That I bend human sight

And seek from tedium, respite