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.