Sketched

He put movement in my limbs and brought me to life. I wanted to do the same, but mine murder the beings in my creations.
I can't stop myself from committing the crime, I can't set the pencil down and let the lead fade away on the pages. They're eyes always looked so peaceful, so sad, like the happy facade on my face.
I will never be her, it's only now that he's understood.