Catharsis

I've felt the burning within my chest –
The molten hatred that consumes
And destroys all without rest.
To the flames as a fan,
Until nothing but cinders remain –
The ashen reflection of something
That was once almost,
But never quite a man.

Hatred, Fear,
Sound, Fury,
An alchemical concoction
Of self-immolation.
Doubt and worry
Plagued my thought
And dreams
Until I thought I'd scream.
Feelings collide and divide
Inside of me,
But on the exterior:
Calm, placidity.

Now, nothing remains.
The ashes have blow away
Leaving a hollowness that
Cannot be filled, cannot be seen.
Hidden beneath the hideous masks
I wear to hide myself
From everyone
Who doesn't want to know
Me.

A death mask
Covering a living face
Hiding a dead soul
Vanished, erased.
Nothing left to me now,
Save what senses do tell,
Whispering lies in your head.
Don't believe what you see,
Touch, taste, hear, smell;
Inside I am dead.