Author's note: Christian lamenting after Satine's death. Suicide, helplessness, frustration implied. Just sad really. I was feeling everything I wrote. Oh and childhood memories - hey, I can give Christian a scar on his head like moi if I like.
Slowly I forget the meanings of words
Like a lost snowflake
At the mercy of the wind
Soundlessly, wordlessly, drifting away
From all existence
I can't make the world
What I want it to be
I haven't the rough hands
To mould it with
Or the sharp mind
To outwit it with
All I've got
Is dark ribbons of ink
Embedded in the grooves of my fingers
And a scar of my forehead
From a childhood accident long ago
No magical wand or incantation
To make the splitting seams of my world
Go away
I've stood in high places
Looking down at what lies below
Wondering almost idly
How much it would hurt
Shattering bones, collapsing body
Not as much as a breaking heart, I think
I look at photographs
Of how she used to be
She stares with unfaltering eyes
Even instilled in paper, frozen in a moment
She can tell what I am thinking
She's still insisting from that glossy picture
That she'll never leave
Never leave
The most sincere promises
Are sometimes
The hardest to keep