Matthew Brackley Poet Ballad

Ghost In the Machine

Silent...... 
The machine waits patiently 
Dark........ 
In the corner........ 
Like a sleeping cat 

Hidden menace 
That ozone smell 
It knows too well.... 

Dark...... 
Crackle of static........ 
Low hum........ 

Dark........... 
In the corner... 
Like a sleeping cat 
What is it thinking? 
Muted lights .... 
Blinking........ 

The Ghost in the machine 
Malevolent glare 
It knows.. 
It knows, you are there 

Dark........ 
In the corner....... 
Like a sleeping cat........ 
The Ghost in the machine 
Sliding across the mat 

Dark......... 
Changing shape 
Creeping across the floor 
Low hum...... 
Crackle of static 
It's coming............... 
Coming for me........... 

Lights gleam....... 
Ghost in the machine 
I cannot flee.......... 
Creeping feeling 
Shadows stealing 
This is not a dream 
This is now, me.......... 

I have no place to go......... 
Paralyzing dread 
Except inside the machine 
Absorbed instead. 
To become it's host....... 
The muted glow 
The ghost.........

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