I do not own POTO. But I love it so.... I am playing with it for a while.
Eric's POV
Beginning after the Mob has left.
I trace the blade of the razor over my fingers,
Such a small thing,
Yet it could take my life.
I want it to take my life.
If only I had the courage to strike that fatal blow.
The Bible tells us that suicide and murder are sins.
Why should suicide be a sin?
If God existed, he wouldn't have created me.
Suicide...
It is only releasing one's soul from the torment of human life.
My life...
It's not the life of a human.
I sit here in the dark and think of Christine.
She's a child. And I loved her as a father would love his daughter.
She kissed me. Made me whole. Gave me what my mother could never give.
The razor is over my wrist now, I can see the vein,
pumping blood throughout my body.
I finally cut down into the flesh. Scarlet blood pours out out.
Release. That is all I ask.
For I am Eric, the Phantom.
And I shall never be loved.
Masquerade.... Paper faces on parade, masquerade,
hide you're face so the world will never find you.....
-Eric, the Phantom
ALW's: the Phantom of the Opera
Depressing, huh? This is just my take on what Eric might've done after Christine left. And if you are Christian or something and find this offensive, I am sorry, I am still trying to find God, wherever she is.
Eric's POV
Beginning after the Mob has left.
I trace the blade of the razor over my fingers,
Such a small thing,
Yet it could take my life.
I want it to take my life.
If only I had the courage to strike that fatal blow.
The Bible tells us that suicide and murder are sins.
Why should suicide be a sin?
If God existed, he wouldn't have created me.
Suicide...
It is only releasing one's soul from the torment of human life.
My life...
It's not the life of a human.
I sit here in the dark and think of Christine.
She's a child. And I loved her as a father would love his daughter.
She kissed me. Made me whole. Gave me what my mother could never give.
The razor is over my wrist now, I can see the vein,
pumping blood throughout my body.
I finally cut down into the flesh. Scarlet blood pours out out.
Release. That is all I ask.
For I am Eric, the Phantom.
And I shall never be loved.
Masquerade.... Paper faces on parade, masquerade,
hide you're face so the world will never find you.....
-Eric, the Phantom
ALW's: the Phantom of the Opera
Depressing, huh? This is just my take on what Eric might've done after Christine left. And if you are Christian or something and find this offensive, I am sorry, I am still trying to find God, wherever she is.