It was not life I lost, for I would be grateful for that. It was not my mind I lost, for I lost that in love a long time ago. I didn't lose my soul, for I never had one. I didn't lose my music, though I would never play again.
What did I lose? I knew she was not my angel, although it seemed that way. I felt like I had been flying with her, until I was shot down when I went from angel to phantom, she saw the monster become the mask.
I am the mask you wear…
She was my mask. When Christine left I was naked in the cold, the red death stalking abroad. I am a thing of nightmares, a creature that deserved to be bound and chained. My mask was the only thing separating me from the ninth ring of hell, or something far worse. Just knowing she was still a chance for me after she saw what I was kept me from death, from killing myself and reserving myself to the fires of hell, at least just yet. But she was gone now, my life, my mind, my soul, my music, my angel, my someone, my mask.
I am the mask you wear…
She was not my mask from the world, not from herself or anyone else, for everyone else could see what I was, even she had seen it, and I thought I still had a chance. I was the ghost with death's head, and I still thought I could find the light.
I am the mask you wear…
She masked me from no one but myself. Now, even that was gone. No more dreaming, Erik, no more hope- hope is folly. Not when there is none.
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that was a seperator.
oops, disclaimer; this is not mine. Darn- it was so cool.
After note; And then there was none is a mystery book, but I thought the title was fitting for this. Tell me what you think. REVIEW OR MESSAGE.