Blood In The Machine

Blood in the Machine

By Cory L.W. Clark

Two sides but only one will win

Clash and clutter again and again

Machines fail and blood spills

The fog of war set’s straight the kills

Thrive off family or seek independence

Corrupted with light ever since

I sought these wings I hold dear

Now turn to steel to craft my fear

A mind corrupted with glyphs

Pistons urge and the brain shifts

Logic gives the machine life

But blood causes more strife

Bound to a fleshy shell

This machine sees as hell

It begs release from mortal chains

But empty dreams are all that remains

Love and care stop the gears cold

System failure is what I’m told

Seeing my brain stopped dead

By what that love said

Makes me wonder what path to take

Which ethics are mine and which are fake?

I question over and over

If there’s perhaps something more

Something I just don’t see

The one thing that might set me free

A machine with no power makes no effort

Let’s itself rust and fall apart

So what is it that might turn it on?

Awaken the senses to a new dawn

Revolution comes to those that seek

It’s needed most when times are bleak

But what changes and what stays the same?

What’s left to run wild and what is to tame?

What all will I learn

While I wait for the power to return

What all will I be able to find

While cold logic reboots the mind

I’ll set aside what’s bad and good

And just do what I think I should

To get this mind back on track

Before my mind suffers another attack

This machine will drift through space…for now…