Open Mic: Unknown Effect

A massive machine goes through my dreams, it asks for a living
So it has been dying to question the meaning of infinity, thinking
These scenes are dependent and derived from nature
Yet timeless like a monster that doesn't live in dimensional worlds
No space or time, the observer proceeds to end zones
From existence their hope of being, and known
And being known, this is the death of life as we know it
Nothing written has mentioned or foretold it
I came from nothingness, trying to craft the art of savants
The beauty I see can be evil like the heart of Satan
I temper it with the skin of the sun, and my sinning is done
It still isn't one thing, just parts of a machine that is numb
It will come to me like a family of stars, married to a scar
The theme of sadness and depression, aching in marks
Nihilistic nothingness starts, and I get to keep it
I made one wish and that was I didn't need it
I will exist until I'm older than the past, the impossible done
I like the way things are now but it's horrible fun
The monstrous machine tries to eat me, when it believes me
But I have fooled it with my demeanor and ability
I'm sadder than the universe, hear the pain in my verse,
My blood and work, produce a strange firework of lyrics
That burst from my insane network of rhymes
If fiction is fake, I'll make the reader deaf to the lies