AN- well dear readers, this, im sad to ss... write, is the last chapter, but their most likey will be a second part to this story. its kinda a sad ending, but i felt, that i should try to stay true to the actual film, so this to me, had to be. also please look out for my new 13 ghosts fan fic. goodbye...
Dorian sat alone in his room, staring into the mirror, and then looking across to his portrait, he had learnt that looking upon had no effect. He hated them, both the portrait and his reflection, one showed his peel, the face, the front that he showed the world, the other bore his sins, his pain, his truth. He turned away from both of them placing his head in his hands...
Dorian- I'm so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all my,
Childish fear,
And if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just leave, he said turning toward the reflection and then quickly away again.
Cos your presence still lingers here,
And it won't leave me alone; he held his head and tore at his hair,
These wounds wont seem to heal,
This pain is just too real,
There's just too much that time cannot erase,
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you screamed I'd chase away all of your fears,
And I held you hand through all these years,
But you still have, he looked into the face of his painting
All of me.
You used to captivate me,
By your resonating life,
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind,
Your face it haunts,
My once pleasant dreams,
And your face it chased away,
All the sanity in me.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you screamed I'd chase away all of your fears,
And I held your hand through all of these years,
But you still,
All of me.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone; he turned and smashed the mirror,
And though you're still with me,
I've been alone along.
When you cried I'd wipe away of your tears, Dorian wiped the tears away from his cheeks and reached for his sword,
When you screamed I'd fight away al of your fears,
And I held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have,
All of me,
All of me,
All of me. He took his sword in his right hand and thrust into the portrait, as it began to return to its former beauty, Dorian's body slunk to the floor, and to all that had know him, hewas unrecognisable.