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"