Catharsis

Emotions spilling out

all over the place,

restricted only by

the black heart within.

What do you dare do

to purge yourself?

Vomit the poison from

your system and

face the bitter truth

that you’re all alone

in this world.

That you’re absolutely nothing.

 

The music nauseates

our black hearts,

enticing them to

reveal secrets too forbidden

to give up.

We don’t know ourselves.

We are our worst enemies.

Don’t you see?

As the darkness consumes us,

the music grows louder

and louder

minute by minute.

The seconds creep by

before we finally

remember ourselves.

 

We are our own enemies.

 

Betray yourself

in the midst of

the catharsis.

Swallow the darkness whole

and make it apart

of you.

Never say never.

You’ll die if you do.

 

Our ends are determined

by that one fate,

the red thread of fate

only we pull,

which binds us together

in a crimson web of lies.

Don’t let yourself

find you in your

black heart filled

with the ultimate darkness.

We are our sins

with greedy whims

and flying tongues of

the utmost evil.

 

Only in the music

do we set

ourselves free.

 

There’s only so

much time before

we find our

inevitable ends in the

hypnotizing embrace of

the catharsis.

Author's Note

When I wrote this, I didn't think it made any sense at all. Some of my poems do seem to be that way. Yet, when I step back and read them again, they do indeed make sense.
Interpret this as you will, my readers. I have no idea what I was trying to say. xD