Was it an allusion? Was it a dream? Could it have been you or was it just me? None of the mirrors are working to me. I don't know how to feel and how to breathe. How can I let myself fall for the demon you created of me? That reflection couldn't have been me. That's not what I used to be. 

I was pure as a dove and you were dark as the night. 

We didn't create grey at the end. 

Nothing was destroyed. It was more rearranged. Maybe it was my true color.Maybe it was something I couldn't see. Maybe that demon was me.