Phantom
Woah, I'm brave to use this title. I'm not stealin it from Kay, it's hers dammit hers! *Ahem*, right then. Wrote this while my class worked on some worksheets. It WILL be revised for it's not quite what I intended it to be, but I suppose it's close enough for now.
Concealed with a mask
He hides from the world beneath porcelain
He lives away from the world beneath the ope`ra
Smothered in darkness, the only light bouncing of the lakes waves
Christine
How the name drew him from his cavern
And taught him to find love within
Taught him to freely converse
And fight for what is rightly his
The mask
The only part of him that is white
Other than the flesh that hasn't seen sunlight for many, many years
Music
The only part he knows to set free
The only part he dares to
The only love he has ever known
Music does not hate it's maestro
Loathing
From his mother to his one true love
Born to a mask dying to a mask
Nothing to leave behind
To the no one that he has
A kiss
The first one he ever received
Sadly it did not occur until he was middle-aged
His first love Christine, and his last
Also his first heartbreak and his last
How do you remove the mask,
and not cringe at the flesh behind?
Can you truthfully look at him,
and understand his pain,
and see his ugliness, but not fear it.
Accept his curse,
or accept his genius?
His music,
or his face?
His heart,
or his crimes?
*10-17-03