He is here.
Be careful of him.
He whispers in my ear.
Now he is in front of me.
He places his hands on my shoulder.
He ask what my brother said.
What did he tell you to do?
To ignore me?
To despise me?
Turn around.
Face me.
I am you.
Are you scared that the devil has the same face as you?
I was never here to begin with.
I always wore the face of you.
Are you afraid?
Do you shake?
That you are capable of disaster?
That you are an evil if you let it happen?
Blaming me for all your problems?
How dare you?
Blame non-existence for your apparent actions.
Love me.
Kiss me.
Hug me.
You’ll never find happiness unless you join me like your good apparatus.
We're one.