"My Delusionary Hell"

What has this world been reduced to?
I remember back to when I was no one...
Faded into the perfect replicas,
Slightly less vile than I have become.

I heard their mindless taunts
As I writhed with my existence...
And I corrupted myself...
With my vulgar, planned-out purpose.

We are a waste of matter,
Particles arranged for amusement.
We suck the light away,
Robots on a dying planet.