a doom pulse on the downbeat
a scream loop on the repeat
a third chance then you’re dead meat
your face sweats wax with cold heat
tribal thunder in the echo chamber of your heart
your chest a hollow drum coming apart
today is finished before you even start
stay under cover if you’re even half smart
caught in the jaws of an amygdala hijack
grinding teeth turning the rack
halfway through a horror attack
by a black hat butcher in a gruesome mind hack
fight or flight, jaws clench, neck tight
barter for silence with coins of bone white
staring down from a terrible height
into a chasm that drops off out of sight
clouded in a nano fog of bad code
no relief in sight, just dread that forebodes
driving your monster with its heavy load
down neural highways on a nowhere road
It sure feels ugly, it feels malign
you’re holding a contract that you never signed
it feels like someone else did the crime
but you are one who is doing the time
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