i lost faith
became voiceless
blank
a fresh sheet
of untarnished white
yet the pencil
tip was broken
no mouth
from which to scream
a pseudoscientific
mental mutation
from ellison’s
fondest dream
unable to face
the faceless fiend
apathetically
following my
every panicked move
a reflection of naught

i am the devil
and my greatest trick
was making myself
think i existed
a rakish satan
with unfocused eyes
looking to make
a couple mistakes
before the orderlies
notice i’m gone