I see life that I should have had that is now wasted on you.

You are something weak and small and forever bounded to the earth,

never free, never adventurous, and never capable of surviving on your own.

You are mine to cherish or to destroy.

I see an empty husk that should have wasted away years ago.

You are something of an enigma that died a tragic death.

Now that the Creator desires you no more,

your soul is left to wander and prey on the living.

You are mine to ignore and to will away.