Destruction of light

How I creep and reep at the foot of your toes.
One little foe, got chewed to and fro
Two little toes, bent in the shape of a rose.
For every madman, is rose without a thorn.
Breaking each, and reaching for each.
With two little eyes do I peek.
For the answer that you seek.
Is " what are those dark whispers in the night?"
Do you speak to me in such a hush hush tone.
For the answer my friend, is that I am the voices in your head.
I am the strings to your end.
Let me be your puppeteer?
You Will Be Ruled By Fear.