Flesh
Darkness
Flesh screaming at its master
The very look on the eyes of the flesh's owner
One of sadness
Begging not to be hit
Begging not to be taken
Not to be used
Begging to be loved
A/N:
This little poem was written during a very dark time in my life. I have struggled with depression and anxiety at certain points in my life. Upon reading Susan Kay's Phantom, I grew to love Erik and identify with his struggles. If you ever have thoughts of self harm please get help immediately! You matter so much. You really do.
