Mind, a cell

Beauty broken from young age
She held his heart above her cage
She fed him lies of importance
So she could let go in accordance

Knowing she would drag him down
To the hell that was her mind
Break him surely, slowly, crack by crack
Leave the lifeless body on the track

Selfish thing, the beauty was
She hold onto till all was lost
Yet weep for him, that she could not
For he grew wings while she would rot