I don't want you. I don't need you.
You're just remains from a forgotten event.
You're useless now.
You're in several pieces, you're harshly suffering,
you've lost most of your limbs,
and you're forced to watch your remainders freeze,
knowing they're destined to disappear.
And sometimes,
after the gruesome torture,
it's all in vain.
I dispose of you in an instant.
You never reach your dream or purpose
before you fade away.
I want to apologize, wish you luck,
but I'm too stubborn to change.
I won't do anything more.
I'm bound to continue the process
and leave you cold, alone, in your misery
like the piece of meat you are.
