I cut my hand as I throw a glass vase across the room
It shatters in a rainbow of color
I rip my music from its delicate case and ruthlessly fling it over my shoulder
I smash my bloody hands against the organ that I once caressed to produce music to make angels weep
I collapse in an eruption of hot, wet tears streaming down my face to the floor
I pound the wood that I have walked over, toiled over, cried over
My shoulders shake with soul-wrenching sobs
I can't see
Blood of my hands has merged with my tears and blurs my vision
I can't see
Blood of my soul has merged with tears of my heart and I am cast into darkness
All encompassing darkness…
I wail in my torment, I wail someone who will never hear me
Christine! Oh…Christine….
A/N: I plan to continue this but I just want to hear what you think so far! PLZ R&R