Hooked

Searching for a light but the bulbs have all shattered The rose result stains my lustful feelers Solitude can be such a blessed accompaniment Were it not for the echoes of my own screams Fear not for the stop as the fall is the whole of this nightmare We find ourselves hoping for a concrete stop to this rabbit hole I've got the direction! Backwards we glide Having never seen the wall to admit it is there My countrymen! My brethren! This is progress in its prime! Progressively downward is still progressive Are we so hooked on the official line? Fear not for the stop as the fall is the whole of this nightmare We find ourselves hoping for a concrete stop to this rabbit hole