Your music has a type of mysterious
illusion to it, it speaks the words of a
tortured soul longing for love and acceptance.
The misery that seems to infiltrate
The monstrous acts that you crave
to disperse, you yearn for heaven
yet the fates give you hell for the
price that you are forced to pay.
Your Angel of music is waiting
to touch your dark spirit and bring
you the redemption, salvation, and
that you so willingly deserve to have.
But I have a deep connection with
you and your darkness that you secretly
compose, I become so intertwined with
the melodies of your silent-leviathans
that I grasp everything inside your broken,
your deceitful motives can
be laid to rest if you just learn how
to love and be loved in return, but
you have so much doubt and you
live for the hatred, and the evil that this
world has brought you to.
I see your thirst, your hunger for
love and acceptance, your alluring
obsession to feel wanted, loved, and
touched by someone who doesn’t see you
as a monster, but as a man of pure-beauty.
Erik I see, hear, and feel your pain,
The sorrow that you reveal in your
music of the night I can feel inside
my soul, your torment is the mask tht
you bare, the ugliness is what defines
you as a person but I don’t see that man
I see a man you can have love, redemption,
salvation, without hating the people that did you
(This is a poem about erik “the phantom of the opera” I hope you will enjoy reading it)