Phase Transition

My ghost is in the machine now.
It cries on command.  
But not my command.  
  
The self saith "Feel pain!"    
But it is an echo.  
In caverns now owned.  
With no mystery behind the blindness.  
   
Diamonds were stolen.  
That we cannot buy back.  
   
A deer survives in randomness.  
But a lion is not random.  
Technology is not random.  
The abyss is gazing back.