Gesthamane, a phantom of the opera fanfic

Hi everyone! Very sry about my other story swan princess: poto style but my muse seems to have died and I'm going to have to get inspiration from somewhere! But here's a story based on a song I was listening too and it reminded me of the phantom. (this is in his POV italics are the song!)

Enjoy!

I only want to say

If there is a way

Take this cup away from me

For I don't want to taste it's poison

Feel it burn me

I have changed I'm not as sure

As when we started

They took me.

I didn't know at the time that the fops brother was with them when they came but I really didn't care that he was there until he found the entrance in which I was hiding.

Then I was inspired

Now I'm sad and tired

Listen surely I've exceeded expectations

Tried for three years

Seems like thirty

Could you ask as much from any other man?

Now I'm in a dungeon in nothing more than rags. I've no idea how long they have kept me here but I know it's long enough. The guard told me yesterday that I would be hanged for my crimes. I didn't care then but now I feel only dread. What's the matter with me!

But if I die

See the saga through

Do the things you ask of me

Let them hit me hate me hurt me nail me to their tree

I'd wanna know, I'd wanna know my god

I'd wanna know, I'd wanna know my god

I'd wanna see, I'd wanna see my god

Why I should die?

Would I be more noticed than I ever was before?

Would anything I say and do matter anymore?

I'd have to know, I'd wanna know my god

I'd have to see, I'd wanna see my god

If I die what will be my reward?

Have to know, I'd have to know my lord

Why should I die?

By the time they came and said it was time my hands were shaking. I forced them to be still even as I heard the beat of the drums signalling my appearance.

Can you show me now that I would not be killed in vain?

Show me just a little of your omni-present brain

Show me there's a reason why your wanting me to die

Your far too keen on what and where

But not so hot on why

As I walked up to the gallows people gasped. I didn't have my mask on. Somehow this calmed me, made me give in to acceptance.

The executioner calmly put the rope around my neck and I resisted the urge to rip it of and hang him. 'I could you know' I thought bitterly.

But I didn't.

Alright I'll die

Just watch me die

See how I die

See how I diiiiiiiiiiiiiiie! (AN he held it for fifteen beats so I put fifteen I's in ok?)

Then I was inspired

Now I'm sad and tired

After all I tried for three years

Seems like ninety

Why then am I scared to finish

What I started

What YOU started

I didn't start it

Those blasted drums started up again and I knew this was my last moments of life.

God thy will is hard

But you hold every card

I will drink your cup of poison

Nail me to your cross and break me

Bleed me, beat me

Kill me, take me.

Now before I change my mind.

They stopped suddenly and behind me the executioner pulled the trapdoor open.

Three days later, in the chagne house
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Christine sighed as she rested her book down and noticed that her husband had gone very white. She went over to him, looked at his paper and gasped. On it was a heading.

The phantom of the opera is dead.

Now before I change my miiiiiiiiiiiiind! (AN thirteen beats!)

Like it? Hate it? Want to brutally murder it? Plz R&R!

(Plz buy 'The very best of Michael Crawford' and listen to the song 'Gethsemane' he sings it beautifully!)