the meaning of a name

Thirteen years ago. Her world ended.

But she hadn't realized it yet. She was too young to understand.
She remained as she ever did, finding her new world behind CRT screens,
and circuit boards and silicon

Many of the colors were still there. There was purpose within repetition.
As the world wore her down, in its infinite cruelty,
there was always the world of ones and zeroes

Six years ago. Her life ended.

But she hadn't realized it yet. She knew not what was inevitable.
Whisked away with promises of refuge, and for a time, this was true,
until the other shoe dropped

She sank deeper in the artificial world. There were other heavens.
Just as she changed her form, her whole self shifted in tandem,
never truly finding a solid shape

One year ago. Her story ended.

And I took her place. She was little more than scar tissue by then.
I trace her footsteps, taking on the severity of her wounds,
only to collapse under the weight

I could not understand what I was. There was no time.
As the world turns grey, and I wander back to where we began,
i lose myself and everything i could have been

Now.
Now.
Now.

Time has been running short for thousands of years.
Hanging on by a never-ending thread.
A million lucky breaks one after the other.
An infinite torture, stuck between decay, oblivion, and persistence.
When will it end? When will I be given release?
It might kill me, it might destroy everything, but all I can do now
is leave a trail for you to follow

and maybe one day
you will understand
how it came to this.