Christine, Christine.
My God, what have I done? In my despair I lashed out at my one true love til she bled. So delicate she couldn't handle passion.
Like a beast cornered against a wall I demanded love from a child who could only bask in the golden light of affection.
Falling, sweet intoxication...
I'm to enfolded in darkness to find love, I waited to long for it. It will never find me now, nothing but unrequited dreams to follow my damned
exsistance. My vision has blurred I see no more, only blackness. My ugliness has ceased to reflect it's self at me, I no longer see myself.
Blindness rends the pain til I am numb to all feeling.
Come...
Demons rise out of the ashes of despair. Twisted faces of hate impair my sight. Gray faces turn red, scrabbling hands claw at my body and pain rises to the surface. The whirlpool of emotions pass.
It's over now...
The imps recede to the distance of my torment. She's gone. They're gone. No one to laugh with me, no one to cry with me. I'm alone, again.
I scream and no one hears, I cry and no one sees. I'm here but no one would beleive, I'm the Phantom now. Erik is a pile of ashes, killed at the hands of a weak women. Lost in a foolish name... I shall rise again... later.
Savor each sensation...
I'm tired, so tired. The bone weariness that sleep cannot cure. Emotional exhaustion... no way to regenerate any passion in this empty hole. All alone, with out even anyone's pity I wallow in the abyss. All I have left touch is stone and dirt, water laps at my feet.
Why? Christine, why?
Did I ask for to much? Obviously. People do not care... they hate, kill, die. They do not care. They look on they out side and ignore everything else. Evreything must be pretty, sparkly and eyecatching. She wasn't like that though, what a fool I am. She was exactly
like that. Like everyone else. Like everything else. The only difference in her is that I taught her.
I remember there was mist...
The mist rolls of the lake. Hiding the murky depths of water it bestoes beauty to the ugly. Hope... what an overrated feeling. The intricate fragile feeling before the death of light, laughter, love. Remember the horror, I can still see the look on her face when she saw me for the first
time. I should have let her go then. Memories are all I have left now, in this emptiness.