Author's Note: I am busy with college, so I did not have time to update my stories. However, I figured I would try my hand at poetry. This is Erik's thoughts after Christine departs…R&R, PLEASE! Let me know if I make a better poet.
Soul's Somber Suffering
Sometimes I still breathe in
Your scent in the pillow
And I recall times when
You were happy not so long ago
When you were happy before
You found out I was only a man
Simply loving you was my life and more
Before the insanity began
I am not succumbed in madness
For my soul is forever torn
Between choosing a life in darkness
Or a unrequited love forlorn
Each path I hath taken
Has taken you farther away
Farther than I can reach
Farther than you can stray
You were not alone
That night when I forced your choice
Between the man whom your love was shone
And poor Erik who had given you your voice
I am not long in this world now
My breath once lost after singing
Is now lost after merely standing
This is my last act…I must take my final bow
For my soul's somber suffering is my last gift
For all the wrong I hath commit