From what I've tasted of desire
Erik shook the thoughts out of his head. His time had come finally. Erik had been patient and worked, and now his wish was to come true. This thought alone truly made his night the best he knew that would ever exist. A last goodnight in his death-box bed was in order. He was saving the world from the sight of a monster that they had already seen too often. Slowly, he climbed into the coffin after writing a letter. He was ready to die. He took Don Juan Triumphant into his hands and began to climb in. Down with him went a knife.