Get out of the ecosystem echo-chambers

 

IX

If talk of raging pain is all

That's kindled in these cavern's walls

Then soon the shadows that they cast

Shall but consume it to the last

And soon that image you despise

Of silhouettes that tantalize

Inevitably intertwine

Themselves with all that's in your mind

The fire that begets the flame

Can only spit more o' the same

And spotless mirrors rarely shine

When in the dark they lie enshrined.