Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Phantom characters.....I wish I owned
Erik....but sadly I don't. FF.net seems to like to mess my formatting up,
and this whole computer thing still confuses me sometimes.....be patient
please! I'm thinking this will be a one shot thing, but if you like it I
might be able to convince my muse to give me further inspiration......please
review! Thanks. (
I hate the world, and I think almost everyone in it....if not everyone. I hate the race of man. I hate their leers, but most of all I hate their scornful and cruel eyes. I know why people reject me; I even understand it, but that doesn't make it any easier.
I hate this visage, this face I've been given. I hate it! Hell, I hate myself. I couldn't even make my mother happy....sometimes I wonder why I go on, why I simply don't end it, end my suffering, as well as everyone else's. All it would take is a few seconds. No. For some unknown reason—even to myself—I continue striving on. For what? I do not know.
I am alone, and always will be. Even in the company of others, this face sets me apart. Alone. How I long for someone to come, to pull me out of this deep and dark pit of despair I've fallen into; someone to embrace me for who I am.
I suppose I shall go on longing, never knowing that happiness, what it feels like to be kissed...or even hugged. But still I hope.
I hate the world, and I think almost everyone in it....if not everyone. I hate the race of man. I hate their leers, but most of all I hate their scornful and cruel eyes. I know why people reject me; I even understand it, but that doesn't make it any easier.
I hate this visage, this face I've been given. I hate it! Hell, I hate myself. I couldn't even make my mother happy....sometimes I wonder why I go on, why I simply don't end it, end my suffering, as well as everyone else's. All it would take is a few seconds. No. For some unknown reason—even to myself—I continue striving on. For what? I do not know.
I am alone, and always will be. Even in the company of others, this face sets me apart. Alone. How I long for someone to come, to pull me out of this deep and dark pit of despair I've fallen into; someone to embrace me for who I am.
I suppose I shall go on longing, never knowing that happiness, what it feels like to be kissed...or even hugged. But still I hope.