The Blank Canvas Laughs. You look into escaping maw and see blackness. "What is it?", You wonder as you gape at the sharp teeth made for rending flesh and sinew. Down you plummet, mouth after mouth, devoured, digested, excreted. Teeth separate from the jaw dissolving into nothingness, losing all meaning. Teeth, mandibles, jawbone fall into place becoming a face and you ask yourself why. Seeing it for what it is, you exclaim "Demon! Dread Demon from the darkest hell! Leave me be!" But can we ever really escape from the demons of our mind? Can we even name them?
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