They told him he was wrong
For seeing something rare
A person, a face, a soul
Hanging in the air

For a boy with a master’s mind
I was nothing more
Everyone else’s fiction
Was a being on which he swore

I was carved from his mind
His heart and his soul
Giving me new life
Which he could no control

He’d try and tell me his pain
As it tore me through and through
How was I just a mere illusion
There was nothing I could do

They’d try and numb his mind
Turning him pale and cold
I couldn’t reach out and bring him close
A world I could not hold

I still remained alive
Standing plainly in the rain
He tried not to look my way
But I could see the pain

I was his voice of reason
His only smiling face
But as he turned remote and cold
I fell as my own disgrace