Glass And Illusions

What a fool I was all along
To believe nothing was wrong.
How could I have assumed
While, all along, darkness loomed?

Told myself, close your eyes
And hate will be none the wise.
Put all faith in my delusions;
Built a world on glass and illusions.

But darkness has a way
Of bringing about decay.
Permeating through the cracks;
Confusing all the facts.

Now this illusion is coming down;
Shinning towers falling all around.
And all the fault is mine alone,
For not having built with stone.