The Ego Artistically Created

Fancies himself an artist of specific talent, a talent to read the depths beyond the flesh and bone appearance.
Claims to know the answer to what ales you, to boost you up to stand upon a pedestal to admire oneself, but angers at the masterpiece he creates labeling it egotistical and wanting to place it back behind all the other finished embodiment he hides to rot away on shadowed shelves.
He knew when his fingers drew me to face my own encasement of faults that the reflection looking back at his eyes would be the unraveling of his ink.
He could try to rewrite what he had all ready written, but she would defy his will to change at the sound of his soprano notes.
He now lay staring at the ceiling trying to take notes of faults no longer existent and how to implement them into the fire he created to burn for all hours.
He longed to change the work he perfected many nights while she left him alone searching for her soul without a soul around to know.
Once inked the effects are irreversible and he regrets not having used a pencil to erase the creases splitting her from him.
So sorry she has become more then you, she will hang in halls of admiration a masterpiece...she has become.