Born... out of the womb

I've been torn

Killed by my own breeder



But my spirit lives on

To see the horrors

They've planned with me



Ripping out of my little chest

Undeveloped slimy entrails

Making place for what seems to be

White snow that kills humanity



Ephemera



I'm both the body and the bag right now

I see us passing the border of betrayal



Used... all my life

Has been refused

What life?