What once was a naïve lady
Turned into a darkened plea
Free and unobservant
Now pathetic and a lonely servant
Famished and begging for attention,
She longs for something her world of tension
cannot give --
Instead, it corrupts her, abuses her, yet she forgives
She is a mannequin, a shadow of her former self
The joyful sun has been eclipsed in her planet
Replaced with eternal frightening darkness
Trapped in abnormal starkness
Still, that is now normal to her
But that darling servant is just an amateur
She is only good for pleasing her world
But her world barely cares about her, it is forever skewered
Stuck in this loveless relationship
Corrupted and devoid of positive sunshine
Still, that is her world, her everything, all asinine
What once was a naïve lady
Turned into a darkened plea
Free and unobservant
Now pathetic and a lonely servant
Begging for something she will never receive.
There are only lies here, but she still eats it up in stride, in pure, corrupted innocence.
©cadenia
C