I am a hollow man.

I don’t feel

joy or remorse.

This is my confession.

Raised on kittens crying

and puppy whimpers.

Jesus, that sound

of their life in my hands.

I was God.

People never notice

my empty eyes.

I show no other emotions

besides disgust and happiness.

I could be smiling right at you.

I might even talk to you.

Just to judge your importance.

If you don’t pass my little test,

don’t sweat it.

I won’t kill you.

I don’t wear the skin

of a woman.

I like it better on their bodies.

I like to trace their arteries

and feel the blood pump.

The tragic part is

my confession

is completely useless

because I will go unnoticed.