White pillows, beeping, a rush of fluids in my arm. Oblivion.
It is the dawning of a new year, but I am stranded
In this room, awaiting the sentence, the doom, the judgment.
They put me down and replaced me.
They implanted my memories in a different being,
with different thoughts and different hues.
They have merged me with the metal,
and taken away my senses.