How long had time passed since I've been crumpled in here?
I can't see the walls or the ground
In a flash I thrash
Wailing
Throwing my body around
And it's futile
I'm left alone to contemplate this miserable existence
As my mind and body become distant
I have no urge to be brutal
For there is no power to empower
Where is my creator?
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Failed Prototype #256
PoetryA collection of poems about a humanoid robot who has profound emotions but can't express it. *I do not own story cover, credit goes to the artist Hajime Sorayama*
