Falsities Of Existence Poem by Travis Lepine

The mirror displays a foreign face;
A being I once had known.
The memories of my past self have been erased
For this nameless being has grown.

Insanity scratches my neck,
And taunts me. At times he hits me hard.
My mentality has become a neurotic wreck;
My outlook on life is scarred.

The Devil cries a lullaby
Of fear into my ears.
The anguish in his cries just multiply
And my misery perseveres.

The blade looks awfully just at times
But he never seems to speak.
Instead I bleed into my rhymes
For myself is whom I seek.