As the snake slithers from its dwelling,
her eyes filled with hope, anxiety, and fear.
desolate from the rest of society,
she creeps out into the the open world,
a world chaos, destruction and deceit.
not knowing what lies ahead,
she leaves behind her haven, her sanctuary,
her only true form of comfort, her home.
struggling to become someone, an original,
yet she deems to only become just
a hopeless no one in the face of society.
shedding her skin unveiling a new person,
some one who is shy, manipulant and discreat.
some one who is not her self,
with her past gone she starts over,
getting her self into nothing as she planned,
only these new wonders that help preserve her new persona.
every day is a struggle to stay alive,
to get money for her wonderous addiction.
tired of living the life she has inhabited,
she sheds her skin, eagerly,
after she has lost all hope.
trying, attempting and failing once again.
what good is life if your just another faceless in society.
tired of all the deciet,
destruction and chaos she has delt with,
she slowly, quietly and gladly,
slithers into darkness,
into nothing
into death.