PRISONS OF FLESH
Trapped inside a prison of flesh,
zombified and held in a mesh,
there's no escape, no one knows your stuck,
only that you've changed and always in the muck.
The living hell is a helpless spirit,
as a computer has taken over your human limit,
it lashes and destroys the family you love,
working through your flesh from signals above.
We really, really don't want to be here,
it's a place of horror and despicable fear,
don't say tomorrow, today I want to play,
get your ass in without any further delay.
First find the boundaries of how far we can go,
tomorrow will wait but not always the gate,
once we're trapped it's hell to escape,
first learn the game before you make the mistake.
Monica Maartens ©Copyright
27 June 2018
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