Nothing

It was my face
Same ugly mug staring
At me from the mirror
Though today it seemed more
Glaring
And the image seemed
Closer and clearer
I forgot all about time
Started tracing the outlines
That were now prominent
With the tip of my finger
Then, in a moment of clarity
Or I don't-careity
I tugged
And the skin peeled off
Well more like tore
Like when you rip a
Paper towel to shreds
And I should have been
Shocked and in horror
But not one drop of blood was shed
See under this mask, these arms, this torso
These legs, under this being
Stood no soul, nor words, nor angel,
No creature nor demon
All there was was compulsion
Like a song one must sing
And on the ground
Lay my skin
That once wound all around
My Nothing