"Gummy Regrets"

 Am I going crazy?
Acid in the gravy?
The guests are smashed.
Hash mixed in the mash.
The salad bar now speaks
Whining the onions reek. 
The shrooms pass a joint
Asking what's the point.
The writer's face melts.
His body covered in welts.
My skin is made of cheese.
My hair is a hive of bees.
My date isn't having fun
She's now a hot dog bun.
"Don't you get smart.
No jokes about Ball Park!"
I laugh like a big dummy.
Regretting that gummy.
The night ended rough
With a coconut in my butt.

"Their Creation"

 Maniacal thoughts
Are creeping in.
Homicidal dreams
Are seeping in.
A porno of violence 
Plays in my mind.
The animalistic urges
Runs through my spine.
Their poison controls me.
So toxic yet so addictive.
They claim it's true love;
Their black heart is sadistic.
Homicidal thoughts 
Have taking control.
Maniacal laughter 
Frees my battered soul.
The monster they created
Tears through my skin.
My humanity destroyed 
As the violence begins.
They're dragged to Hell
By their own creation.
Their blacken soul burns
In the fire of damnation.

"Snake Oil"

 Federal regulated anarchy

Now in easy-to-swallow pills.

Signed right on the dotted line;

Give them control of free will.

Radical thinking is so outdated.

Let machines create artistic slop.

Creativity is highly frowned upon.

Imagination is buried in a pine box.

Quit using your cognitive thinking;

Wear these mind control spectacles.

Embrace being called a huge pervert,

And a few swift kicks to the testicles.

Tech bros keep pushing snake oil

Claiming it's a solution to everything.

They won't admit that they're lonely;

Just want to finally fuck something.

Artificial idiocracy is truly a choice,

So quit shoving it up our damn ass.

Humanity has done well without.

Art with a soul behind it truly lasts.

"Artificial"

 Am I a ghost in the shell,
Or stuck in technologic hell?
Is being human just a dream?
Digital ears mute my screams.
Are my memories just artificial?
Is everything I feel superficial?
Is the beating of my heart real?
Is my body organic or is it steel?
Answers trigger more questions,
Further distorting my perception.
Struggling to grasp onto reality
As my mind only sees in binary.
Thoughts of mutilation creep in,
To rip off every inch of my skin.
Exposing either a titanium frame,
Or the insanity insids my brain.
I'm more than a robotic shell.
I'm not stuck in artificial hell.
I'll break free from this nightmare.
I'll prove I'm more than software.

"Discovery"

 A stillness in the summer breeze.

Their broken heart is finally at ease.

Underneath the shimmering stars,

Exploring, discovering who they are.

Their soul covered in bloody thorns

On vines made of ridicule and scorn.

Their mind heavily scarred with pain.

Pieces of shattered promises remain.

Their entire life has been a battlefield,

Yet their will to live refusing to yield.

My gentle touch brings them to tears.

My kinds words are their first in years.

Discarding their worn armor of rage,

Freeing their soul from their rusty cage. 

Underneath the shimmering stars.

I finally see them for who they are.

"Death's Gate"

 Never promised a legacy.
Never believed in destiny.
Always questioning fate.
Standing at Death's gate.
No fucking chance to win.
Paying for all my damn sins.
Nothing left to fucking lose.
A battle I didn't fucking choose.
Innocent blood on th floor.
Her severed head on the door.
Their message loud and clear.
I have pissed off my puppeteer.
 A massive bounty on my head.
Master wants me fucking dead.
All because I refused one hit
Which lead to all this bullshit.
A child's death isn't my legacy
My death isn't my final destiny.
I'm about to tempt fucking fate
While knocking on Death's gate.

"Gave It A Name"

Fire burns in its eyes;

Napalm fuels in its heart.

Lightning cracks the sky

As it tears flesh apart.

Treated like a science toy.

Molded with technology.

All its humanity destroyed.

A living study in murderology.

Completely numbed inside.

A walking zombie of rage.

Its sole purpose is genocide;

Filling up shallow mass graves.

The victims' screams are pleasure.

An orgasmic feeling as they bleed.

A severed head is its treasure.

On dying flesh it hungrily feeds.

A creation made by egomaniacs.

A being that Nature truly abhors.

It will never stop all the attacks.

We gave it a name as well: War.