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.
