Empty little thing, cowering behind its masks; vacant-hearted and sharp-minded, with eyes like flensing knives and a tongue full of honeyed hatred. It sees and it knows as only a thing like it can, the world seen from behind a funhouse mirror—and when the mirror breaks it moves on to the next!
Empty little thing, its face full of lies; its every word is untrue, even the ones it means to ring with truth. Its heart rings with feelings it can never truly convey, so overwhelming large are they—the noise fills up its mind and spills out through its mouth like shattered glass tearing at its tongue, useless, useless!
Empty little thing whispering that it loves you, that it will never leave you, that you're everything it has ever wanted in this accursed world; it's you and it together against whatever may come! Weathering the storm, striding through the lightning! Together forever—
Empty little thing peering around, looking for its next chance to pretend that it's whole.