Opera Ghost…
See in these pleading eyes
Them that tell naught but lies
He who led a tearful life—
Full of trouble, full of strife
Wonder now what brought him to
Do the things he chose to do…
Was it anger? Was it hate?
Or something we can't appreciate?
People looked on him with scorn—
Wished that he was never born
Forced to live a life in the dark
On everyone he left his mark.
Full of sorrow, full of pain
Never sunshine, only rain
Can you blame him for his crime?
Do you think he crossed the line?
He only wanted someone to care
Someone to notice he was there
Instead of taunts or cries or screams
Just someone to share his dreams.
Hunted, hated, laughed at, feared
Pointing fingers, mocking jeers
Hidden behind his mask of white
Basking in darkness, shunning the light
He was denied what he wanted most
His name was Erik—
The Opera Ghost.
(A/N: I did this as a form poem for school. Originally, it was in the shape of a half-mask. I didn't know how to make that work on here, so I just kept it in a normal shape.)
Hilary -