she moves within your shadows,
lives through your dreams
she lives for you,
once the devotion
was her every emotion
consumed with the essence
raw within passion.
you do not see this
you never have,
you looked into this two way mirror,
and saw your perception
of what you wanted her to be.
this perception of which she tried
tried to fit into your forced mold
as the lid was pressed,
she started to choke,
as the light around her merging world shrouded
the very shadow she lived in.