Vanity

'Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you' A gift of lyrics a Dead, Poetic fan of fiction sketched to me why the worried expression, he's right here in this chair staring at his palms happily he formulated, forged, formed this sublime work of art a mere variation of a world he thought he knew 'I knew she was beautiful, she should've had this' by that I had no recollection of who or what he meant but in the very center of his iris I could come to terms that he was in some far away venue his whereabouts, undoubtedly a chiller like he was admiring a vision he couldn't share 'So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you' to my dismay as if I knew the answer or was just taken aback I had to inquire, just had to ask 'what is this weapon she has for me? ' 'does she want me deceased or does she simply want to destroy me? ' He looked up instantly, astonishingly he expression bore ruthless like I merely on a whim, stood up with swift reaction took his arm, and broke it behind his back smashing his delicate, rounded face into the coffee table He looked up instantly, looking pained until he let out the most childish, animated laugh like he heard the funniest joke in all of human history 'No, no, no.' He said with a grin of sadness 'She has no weapon nor malice, it's just a trick of the hand or rather I say the head she has no intent of destruction nor robbing another being of their reason to live or reason to breathe Vanity is just Vanity... if only you knew how she was, knew her struggles knew what I know...you'd...understand...' In haste, I should've seen the next plan of action coming backwards in time, I step through the mirror to see if I really truly did see it coming or maybe I was too caught up in Vanity to realize where this deviation of interview was coming next Short-sided and ill-advised, I couldn't resist I had to, a must, it was nagging at the back of my head Simpleminded, I couldn't grasp the concept unless I knew the answer to this stinging question: 'What don't I understand? ' And it was then he stood, simultaneously I had to breathe out I've been holding in a breath for so long I...he stood over the fire place lighting a match over the flames, but his hands his hands they were fading, as his smile reappeared He said.... 'Vanity, she was my daughter. Vanity, she was my daughter... Vanity, she never existed, but she did leave me a gift...' The flames were spreading, the flames were coming for me eating my clothing, eating me but I just had to know 'What did gift did she leave you? ' A frightened look of horror spreads from my face as I see my hands burning, my flesh turning to cinders my knees getting weak as I'm eye to eye with flames my vision is blurry but I can still see the tears fall from him.. His suit on the ground, his presence is gone but I still hear him say calmly: 'From a ghost to a ghost Vanity lives coast to coast she's my daughter, my hero but in truth, she's an idea that convicts your heroes turns them into zeros Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you but that gun isn't a weapon, isn't harmful that gun is you, a mirror or two a lesson for you if you love yourself too much sadly you are doomed...'