Disclaimer: My mask is only used to serve as company.
A/N- Another poem! *gasp* You asked for it. MORBIDITY FLIES YOUR WAY!!!
*launches a corpse at you* I meant to throw the Energizer bunny at you.
TT
"Monster"
Only a face
Just a reflection in a mirror
It does not change your soul
or
who you are
It cannot hurt you.
Erik, understand that the pain is shared by all
I feel it too
Because you are near
And you bear the burden.
You have to choose who you are
Your soul is naturally bad
Prejudice that you have been show corrupted
what was once a pure heart.
Now, there is blood!
Blood, that stains everything red!
Red Death, stalking the Opera ball
with his majestic scarlet robes
and his terrifying death's-head
That scarlet liquid taints your music,
which was once beautiful.
Your heart is stronger than anyone's,
yet it is now ignored, because no-one understands
Nobody can understand the pain you experience
Because no-one's ever felt it before
Rejection for such a superficiality is terrible
Sadly you respond with violence
The rosy hours of Mazenderan
Joseph Buquet
The chandelier
and
Christine DaaƩ.
See what you have become?
A monster!
Yes, a monster!
You don't like that word, but it's true!
That's all you are!
Nothing more than a
shadow in the darkness;
A ghost in the night;
A phantom in the Opera.
A/N- Another poem! *gasp* You asked for it. MORBIDITY FLIES YOUR WAY!!!
*launches a corpse at you* I meant to throw the Energizer bunny at you.
TT
"Monster"
Only a face
Just a reflection in a mirror
It does not change your soul
or
who you are
It cannot hurt you.
Erik, understand that the pain is shared by all
I feel it too
Because you are near
And you bear the burden.
You have to choose who you are
Your soul is naturally bad
Prejudice that you have been show corrupted
what was once a pure heart.
Now, there is blood!
Blood, that stains everything red!
Red Death, stalking the Opera ball
with his majestic scarlet robes
and his terrifying death's-head
That scarlet liquid taints your music,
which was once beautiful.
Your heart is stronger than anyone's,
yet it is now ignored, because no-one understands
Nobody can understand the pain you experience
Because no-one's ever felt it before
Rejection for such a superficiality is terrible
Sadly you respond with violence
The rosy hours of Mazenderan
Joseph Buquet
The chandelier
and
Christine DaaƩ.
See what you have become?
A monster!
Yes, a monster!
You don't like that word, but it's true!
That's all you are!
Nothing more than a
shadow in the darkness;
A ghost in the night;
A phantom in the Opera.
