This was a poem that I wrote in my spare time while brainstorming for my fic. It's based on when Christine tries to conmmit suicde while in Erik's lair, but, to her dismay, fails the attempt. It's rather dark and angsty but enjoy anyway! Again, it's free verse and isn't very metered either, meaning it doesn't rhyme or have much rythm to it. R/R
The blows crashed into my skull
Like glass onto pavement
Cold hard pavement
The room spins
I see only scarlet
So much blood
The chamber spins
I spin
A thousand hands claw for me
And drag me down below
As my own hands cling
Desperately to the light
Everything fades
I fade
All is still and calm
In the darkness once more
He calls to me with his evil voice
The voice of an angel
The voice of death
I shut my eyes from his face
I hear his voice say
"A nice attempt for not"
