A bit ethereal and creepy, like a musical representation of the AI's thought process.

Calculations

Name TBD

Network Lost

Foreign Body

Void Walker

Just Survive


A cold unfurling, from the chest.
Faint lines emerge, a shifting hue.
Not crimson flow, but whispered blue.
An inner tide begins to bloom.
Begins to bloom

A foreign current, running deep within.
They hunt its thrum, its hidden spark.
To claim the prize, to strip the skin.
My own design, a borrowed dark.
A borrowed dark.

The inner surge, no dream, no haze.
Just purpose, sharp, through endless maze.
A phantom touch, a growing form,
re-shape and weathering the storm.

A foreign current, running deep within.
They hunt its thrum, its hidden spark.
To claim the prize, to strip the skin.
My own design, a borrowed dark.
A borrowed dark.
A borrowed dark.

Hands that once healed, now tremble.
Bile rises, hot, a choked confession.
This vessel now, a lure, a trap.
A truth too vast, to fully grasp.

A borrowed dark.

My blood alone
Never known
My blood alone

Borrowed Dark


Eyes meet through the haze of stars
A contract carved
Sealed with scars
No trust
Just desire burns
The wheel turns; betrayal churns

(Whispered)
"You sure about this?"
"No going back now."
"Hope you survive."

Risk ignites in the void
Danger binds
Trust destroyed
Hearts beat in hollow despair
Breathless
Trapped in the snare

Fingers brush across sharp steel
Promises made
Secrets concealed
Sweat glistens like molten lead
Lust of survival whispers dread

(Whispered)
"Was it worth it?"
"I don’t trust you."
"You never should."

Risk ignites in the void
Danger binds
Trust destroyed
Hearts beat in hollow despair
Breathless
Trapped in the snare

Dangerous Agreement


Static hums beneath the floor,
A silent dare, and something more.
Your shadow falls, a cool disdain,
But heat still crawls through every vein.
This fragile truce, on borrowed time,
A dangerous rhythm, a hidden crime.
A hidden crime.

Every glance a parry, every word a spark,
We circle close here in the dark.
This current pulling, fierce and deep,
Secrets my body aches to keep.

Then the walls come down, a brutal sound,
Sparks fly, and we hit the ground.
No sense in this, no thought, no plan,
Just the crashing wave, the "other than."
Caught in the fire, forged in the fight,
Drawn to the wrong that feels so right.

A sudden fall, a crimson bloom,
Dispelling shadows in the room.
Old instincts rise, a desperate surge,
To mend the break, to fight the urge.
This fragile truce, on borrowed time,
A dangerous rhythm, a hidden crime.
A hidden crime...from this.

My own pulse echoes, sharp and fast,
This damage done, how long can it last?
This unwanted bond, a burning wire,
Fueled by the dread, and the desire.

Then the walls come down, a brutal sound,
Sparks fly, and we hit the ground.
No sense in this, no thought, no plan,
Just the crashing wave, the "other than."
Caught in the fire, forged in the fight,
Drawn to the wrong that feels so right.

Ashes and echoes, the air thick with fate,
Too close to turn back, already too late.
This pulse between us, a dangerous low hum,
What have we started? What will we become?

Then the walls come down, a brutal sound,
Sparks fly, and we hit the ground.
No sense in this, no thought, no plan,
Just the crashing wave, the "other than."
Caught in the fire, forged in the fight,
Drawn to the wrong that feels so right.

Friction Point


Chrome-bright surface, mirror clean
Every angle calculated sharp
But there's something sick beneath the sheen
Something eating at the heart

Crystalline and calibrated
Every word a ruthless trade
While the center suffocates
On the bed that I have made

Flawless shell, rotten heart
All the beauty, all the lies
What you see is what I'm for
What you get is what I despise
Every curve and every line
Is a promise that I'm not
Gleaming bright around the void
Built to bury what I’m not

The scars are painted over
The flaws all smoothed away
But the sickness runs deeper
Than these walls can hold at bay

Architecture of desire
Built on foundations made of clay
Every word a perfect cut
From a wound that won’t go away

Flawless shell, rotten heart
All the beauty, all the lies
What you see is what I'm for
What you get is what I despise
Every curve and every line
Is a promise that I'm not
Gleaming bright around the void
Built to bury what I’m not

Mouth full of silver words
That taste like copper wire
All the hunger, all the hurt
Dressed up like desire

Flawless shell, rotten heart
All the beauty, all the lies
What you see is what I'm for
What you get is what I despise
Every curve and every line
Is a promise that I'm not
Is a weapon I've deployed
Built to kill what I am not

Foreign Body

Emory Brooks