Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera, Erik, Christine, Raoul, or any other characters.
A/N: I wrote this at midnight, hence the title. When I first wrote it, I wasn't sure why. It wasn't intended to be a piece for fanfiction, but when I read back over it, it struck me as being appropriate for Erik after Christine walks out with Raoul. Now, keep in mind that I am not a fan of Raoul/Christine pairings. I feel that she should have stayed with Erik. What can I say, other than I like the dark, brooding, solitary characters. This just kind of came out of nowhere. Review, if you are so inclined. Ciao!
Midnight
It sleeps
Harboring resentments
and bitter memories
reaching out
only to claw
reveling in the blood drawn
cruel laughter
echoing in the dark
reminding me
of pain and loneliness
pulsing in my throat
my veins are filled
with the harsh awakening
of loss
the sharpness
and stinging
fill ever corner
and crevice until
I think I
shall surely die
and I will welcome
the void with open arms
to escape my hollow heart.