Rats in a Maze

We are all rats
Souls on fire
In a maze made of time
Where the walls are but shadow
And the halls are alight
Carved out of the night
By blazing pilgrims
Starved for sight
Who know not the cheese is poison
It blinds the mind
It feeds the blaze
And the hall gets longer
While the wall get darker
Yet remains
Nothing more than a shadow
Only a shadow
Cast by burning rats
Running through a maze
Chained to a lead
Made blind by the flames