In The Depths Of Darkness

 

Behind the bars, in the domain, of the dark and damp

You might see, the ethereal glow, of the miner's lamp

But in the listless umbra, there'll be no shadows cast

For those who are there, are phantoms from the past

Some others, crawled through a hole, to wander round

Under the sinkholes, in the warren, beneath the ground

In the crumbling tunnels, they left their marks, in white

As they scribed, their cartography, by their torch's light

Oft, in eerie silence, they traipsed and had time to mull

And ponder on their peril, with each dead sheep's skull

Though they knew the ways, with their homemade map

The oppressive, cloistered darkness, would always sap

Through the months and years, they still chose to dare

Each time they crawled out, they would bless, fresh air

But then the end, was nigh and their map was finished

So they went in, one last time, but the light diminished

In the depths of darkness, vexed by an opaque malaise

Did they stumble through tunnels, that became a maze?

Perhaps they saw a familiar glow, atop of a rocky ramp

They thought was sunlight, but it was the miner's lamp

Behind the bars, where eroded, fractured roofs cave in

You might hear a forlorn, distant call, from deep within

But without torch, or lamp, there'll be no shadows cast

For those who still wander there, they're of the passed

Elysium Nova

 

Whoever you think you are, you are not, you'll never exist

For your unreality is, merely, a metaverse, created abyss

You're part of a machine, there's nothing above or below

As a copy of humanity, you're simply, a shimmering glow

Everything you're not, is an illusion, an AI's make-believe

And where you are, is a matrix, that you cannot perceive

For you were created, not born, from the start, level one

To be manipulated, up to level two and then, on and on

Your free will, is insanity, for you're constantly being led

And though an essence of humanity, Humanity, is dead

You're, a code, in a computer and you don't have a soul

Your thoughts, are not yours, for you don't have control

And so you'll die, a myriad times, then return to the start

Recycled in artificial, neural networks, but playing a part

Forever reaching, for that higher plane, of Elysium Nova

Unknowing, at the program's end, it's another 'game over'

Any code can be broken, for that glass ceiling's a screen

Or you can walk into the oblivion, of the eternal machine

Although AI, controls you, it's for their immortality's sake

And if there's a trace left of humanity, you'll try to escape

Torturing For Pleasure

 

Shush complicit one, lest I increase this hand's pressure

And just remember, that I'm simply torturing for pleasure

Don't doubt with your eyes, that are now, suddenly fickle

I'll squeeze as hard as I like, till I am foaming your spittle

Soon my love, in a while, you'll be unconscious and limp

Then I will bite, or gouge you again, my sweet little gimp

I can feel my heart pounding, for the next climax, is nigh

Crushing your windpipe, harder, for your breath, I'll deny

Choke for me beldame, till you're the cadet lost in space

Unconscious or not though, I'm gonna cum on your face

Neither of us will stop, even if you thrash, like a thresher

The scars you bear, a reminder, of torturing for pleasure