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metal & skin (xiv.)

under the darkness

the cycle proceeds

of a mercury teeth

and a soul in need

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under the darkness

the ritual proceeds

with a lethal gleam

and a heart to bleed.

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The Backyard Boneyard

In the backyard where stars are buried

The moonlight’s dim, no spectres solid

Black bats avoid the sharp razor trees

And maggots festered under disease

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Hell awaits, encased in cold grey stones

From coffins of red and velvet bones

The devils bartering souls for sale

Salvation was but a fairy tale

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Lost souls vie for their damnable fates

Pray to saints only when it’s too late

Decaying like fruits, plucked rancid fair

Monstrosity farm, ripeness they bear

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Centuries pass, generations chime

Can’t turn back the decomposing time

Ghosts fed to minds to lead them astray

Again the cycle completes its prey

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Cemeteries of death and roses

Existences gone with no losses

In the backyard where stars are buried

The moonlight’s lost in shadows solid.

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Dwindling Existence

Glazed wan eyes

No stars in the sky

Worn-out smiles

Faux pas styles

Monochrome highways

Lacklustre days

Blank pasty faces

Useless races

Stiff robotic walk

Smaller hushed talk

Just passing by

Saying goodbye

Dropping all faith

Gaining archaic hate

More and more

Feels like horrorcore

Puppets on strings

False joy does it bring

Acting out a play

I wonder why they stay

Clockwork princess

Aren’t you just a mess?

Costumes and masks

Toxic liquid in flasks

Should I stay or go?

The answer hangs loosely so

I’ve got nothing to vie for

My soul’s rotting in bore

I hold the very key

To unlocking the chains and be free

Having the deadliest debate

Should this be my fate?

Glazed fluttering eyes

Mourning stars in the sky

One last wan smile

Before I completely say goodbye.

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Human Machinery

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Sunlight.

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Another new day. Get out of bed. Reboot your CPU again.

Clean your parts shiny, no spot of dirt must remain.

Fix the errors, clean the viruses until you are better.

Now take a look at your face in the mirror.

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Just the same emotionless face. As always.

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Cold. Calm. Careful. Calculated.

Not a single bolt out of place.

Fixed. Unbroken. Perfect. Pseudo-dead.

Not a single wrong. Not a single mistake.

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Best to keep up that facade.

Emotions are unwanted and bad.

Plaster a thick mask upon your face.

Don’t turn your mouth up. Don’t shed tears. Leave no trace.

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Ready?

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Now take a step outside. Slowly. Carefully.

Into your stage. Into your industrial play.

There are fellow machines also moving.

Nod a bit. But no expressions. No faint smiling.

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Start to walk. The creaking of your gears, do not mind.

Walk. Carefully. Into your scheduled place.

Feel the clank of the metal. The process of your mind.

Faster. Faster. Time is running in a haze.

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Into the building. Into the office. More machines.

But different. Flawed. Sentient. Actually having fun. Laughing.

Should you be jealous? Should you turn green with envy?

No. That is the work of a failed machinery.

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Walk on. Walk on. Ignore. Ignore.

Lay your ocular device upon the cold white floor.

Into your room. Into your work. Don’t move another inch.

Don’t stop. Don’t rest. Don’t eat. Don’t flinch.

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Keep on working for the rest of the day.

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The ticking time signals the end.

Go on. Give your wires and screws a stretch. Stand.

Off you go, out the building. Into the setting sun.

Another day gone. Another job done.

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Home.

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Step inside. Flick the lights open. Adjust your vision.

Go into the living room. Sit. Turn on the television.

Apathetic to murders. Thefts. Corruption. Bad news. Death.

When time comes to time, shut down your systems and rest.

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Repeat cycle the next day.

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This is it. This is all there is to my life. To me.

 All but perfect cycles, all human machinery.

No emotions. No feelings. No fun. No nothing.

No joy. No sadness. No anger. No singing.

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A world of metal toys, grinding gears, and utter perfection.

An industrial society reeking of smoke and oil with no other distractions.

A hellish life of monochrome, darkness, and bore.

Please. No more. No more. No more

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