I see only the depiction of a chosen shadow. Only on walls of caves do they glow. They're a sight seen by prisoner's of ego. Chained in place, what is real I will never know. The light burns the image that I perceive. The darkness is the only light that I can believe. What I see is what I most desire. But the puppeteers possess and control the fire. It is the libido of reality. Like the prisoners in the cave I am restrained in my mind. seperated from what I lust, my nerves peel from the rind. Inside out I portray the life of death. I only utter what I see with my final breath.