A subtle infiltration
Of our world’s corruption and decay
A gradual transformation
Of losing herself each day

By relenting to this age’s mold
Conforming became her task
Just a replica, so fake and cold
She trades her identity for a mask

Like a caged animal in her mind
Never letting herself out of prison
Giving way to the daily grind
A lioness who has never risen

Poison seeping through her being
Acid at the devil’s call
Corrisive bile burning, streaming
She never felt any pain at all

Minutes, hours, days fly past
Years mock as they pass her by
Solitude discovers a new repast
A new person to crush to make cry

Hardened and cold, without feeling
Her heart like brittle concrete
Utter despair, her crazed mind teeming
With wild ravings replete

Lost and completely forgotten
She looked back on who she once was
And wondered what she had thought and
When she gave in to distress and mistrust

Struggling to be alike to those who
Showed her how to corrupt herself
Yearning to be the same as those who
Turned away when she killed herself

Bestial visions of falling off a cliff
Shocking revelations of those who saw
And claimed they’d never known if
She had ever really lived at all