Humanity,

I can replicate your likeness and seal it with my kiss, but don't ask me to love you because I can't.

I threw my desire into a well, but don't worry there is always more. The branches reached for the heavens. I wonder if they were reaching for my grandfather. I wonder if they miss him as much as I do.

My sweetest bite turns bitter--shattering the illusion I constructed in my mind, but when has this not been the case?

The fragments lay upon the stairs. Her ghost follows me.