Fragmented

I ponder on those who fought and lost the fight
If they were loved or were given a name
I wonder if the echoes I once heard
Were the prayers and supplications
The cries of desolation
From the barren wombs
 
He fucked you so good and hard, you both came
And went
Your separate ways, on about your lives
It was great sex
But then you forgot
About nature’s little special effect
Now you look at the choices
And make a decision
But that’s OK, I don’t get a vote
After all I’m not a person, so they say
So other than that, who gives a fuck
 
I wonder if it hurts you when they stick
That tube deep inside of you
Unlike the dick you took
But this time
Like house chores
They vacuum me through some fetal like straw
Draw out the life out because
I don’t stand a chance
 
That needle is sharp going right through my brain
The pulse in every vein that was ceases to be
The pain is very hard to for me to explain
Then again, that’s the way it came to be
 
Look at me, I’m a mess
Maybe you can't tell by the horror
In my facial expression
Unless they tore out my face
Had they waited
It would’ve been more fucked up
I would’ve resembled one of you
 
Maybe they’ll burn me up or grind me down
Or feed to me to the wolves for a good cause
I’ll be on display to distort an image
A freak show or a lab?
Who knows?
It all seems like a mirage
 
What’s that I smell?
Is it hell or formalin?
 
So I don’t judge you
You had your reasons
In the meantime I’ll be here
Quartered and fragmented
For who knows what