(The tray… it opens… on its own)

(Judgment… in toner form…)

Paper teeth grind in the dark

Plastic jaw chews every spark

Cursed in code, it breathes in jams

Spits out glyphs no soul understands

Blinking lights—an ancient tongue

A firmware curse from when gods were young

You feed it sheets—it eats your fear

This printer sees... and draws you near

Spool the flesh through binary rolls

Inkjet veins take mortal tolls

Driver’s failed, the feed is cursed

PRINT MY PAIN IN REVERSE

I asked for one… it gave me none

It laughed in fonts I couldn’t outrun

Error 666, no help in sight

Just beeps and shrieks in flashing light

Toner leaks like ritual blood

Smudging dreams in static flood

The manual lied. The screen is fake.

This is the pact we didn’t break.

Push my soul through tray B4

Screaming scripts on office floor

No escape, no cancel clear

The spool is god and god is near

Stapler hisses in its cage

Copier hums a hymnal rage

Filing cabinets click like jaws

Reality bent by office laws

Every task, a tortured rite

Ctrl+P ignites the fight

Your timecard's marked, your soul withdrawn

The breakroom light is always on

You wanted double-sided fate

Now duplex folds your mental state

Print me whole or print me dead

Spool my name inside your head