Lay. Think. Scream. Do nothing I tell you.
I noticed you before you changed. Know that, and do not form yourself after this creature.
There is nothing I want with the one who morphs into this lying, stealing, pretentious self I have made inside.
It is the faint hint of your own face, and that faint hint alone that becomes an image only you can find in my eyes.
Stay there. Remain. Don’t move. Do nothing I tell you.
I spoke and painted the one I wanted, and it was wrong. Know that, and do not become what I want.
There is something I need from the one who wears the mask of windows, not the mask of mirrors.
The fainting into my arms will not create the portrait we have destroyed.
Leave. Run. Whisper. Create. Destroy. Do all I tell you. Ignore me.