A/N: Inspired by Gerry!Red Death...isn't that kohl around his eyes smexy?
They dance, oh, see!
The lovely couple—
BAH!
You, swept up inside his hold
Blushing with a paleness in your cheeks
And now—silence reigns supreme!
As I march grandly down my little stage!
The steps make clicks beneath my boots
And how they all gape up—at me!
Frightened into wordlessness—
HA! HA!—
Of me!—
I sneer, but ah! My stomach burns, Christine!...
I feel like weeping though I laugh and wield my rapier
In fat Piangi's face, and how Carlotta stares, as if
I were a demon…
Which
I am.
Your lover leaves you for his sword…
How I'd love to see him bleed—
As I—
Have bled—
From every metaphoric pore
And all—
From thought
Of you—
A sob begins within my chest
As you stand staring,
And it threatens to break horribly free
Although it never leaves my throat…
Oh, you wicked, beautiful traitor
Porcelain-angel-girl
OH, CHRISTINE...