Self Destruction

The baying of the crowds
No less better than the hounds
Animals caught in cages
Of their own creation
Held in place by the chains
Of their condescensional beliefs
Into the night do they howl
Into themselves do they weep

A spider caught in its own web
Starved and deprived of all
Entombed in its fortress of dilapidation
Trapped it finally sees
That it is no better than the insects
From which it feeds.

Long shadows decidedly reveal
Their master's true nature
All consuming yet limited in its reach
As time passes, it will fall  unto itself