Okay, so this is my very first Sweeney Todd fanfic...and I have NO idea what I'm doing, so let's just see where this goes shall we?

He perched by the window

Peeling yellow daises dripping from the walls of his barber shop

Who shall be his victim

There are many he can choose

Tightly clutched between two fingers

Is a shiny silver blade

And as his eyes meet his one and only friend

He cannot help but fall into despair

Why me?

He wonders

Why must I suffer, while others get the glory?

Oh, there is no place like the grimy London streets

Infested with greedy men and lonesome widows

His thoughts drift to her

His love

And tears well into his bloodshot eyes

Gone

Forever to be in places never visited

His blade speaks with a velvet whisper

You know what you need to do

Do it

Live

Take your revenge

The barber slowly smiled at his dear friend

Never was that blade disloyal

Or cruel

That blade knew exactly how to get to the core of a man's fear

The shine of his friend points to the door

Where another victim awaited

For only a shave

When the poor rich man would end up at the bottom of a meat pie

And Sweeney Todd would end up with his glory.