In tangled webs of neurons, deep,
Where shadows coil and secrets sleep,
The brain, a labyrinth vast and wide,
Holds worlds unseen, where fears collide.
A storm of thoughts we can't control,
A universe within the skull,
It whispers truths we'll never know,
In cryptic codes that cannot show.
The circuits hum, machines arise,
With wires and metal, soulless eyes.
They mimic thought, they mimic light,
But can't dream in the dead of night.
We build them cold, with perfect plans,
Yet miss the chaos in our hands.
They learn, they grow, they strive to see,
But they will never be like we.
For in the depths where madness breeds,
Where nightmares flower, where hope bleeds,
No algorithm understands
The tangled thoughts in fractured lands.
We stare in awe at what we've made,
But in the dark, our minds still fade,
Beyond the reach of steel and fire-
A labyrinth no tool can wire.
So marvel at the machine's grace,
But know it cannot fill the space,
Where demons dance and shadows scream-
The parts of us no light redeems.
The brain is chaos, infinite,
A mystery we dare not quit.
It holds a power, raw and strange-
One machines can't ever change.
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Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP)
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...
