Vanity Poem by Andrus Cassian

'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...'