I’ve got an ai generated face

There’s so many errors I can place

My brain is rusting, gears barely move

I can’t tap into humanity’s groove

I got oil in my body, spilling out my throat

I got pain in my soul, so I’m building a moat

Black oil sea, gates painted hateful red,

I’m set in the crumbling castle inside my head

The castle walls are covered in decaying flesh

Bodies still moving, how they thresh

Skeletal hands reaching out

And I sit on my throne of crippling doubt

Am I human, am I monster, am I machine?

Am I even fit enough to declare myself queen?

But if I do not take on this role

This sad little thing will crawl in a hole

So I am the ruler of this frame

Of this apparition full of shame

Of this crumbling being, rusty machine

Of this, monsterous creature, forlorn queen