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Date Posted: 21:56:51 06/09/00 Fri
Author: Christopher
Author Host/IP: pdx-0091.dip.internetcds.com / 209.63.10.91
Subject: Point and Counterpoint: Phantom and Christopher

Counterpoint: Phantom and Christopher

Phantom

Sometimes, when I look deep inside
I see all the things from which I can't hide
I traded love, laughter and a life full of sunbeams
For dark, demanding pseudogod dreams
The ghost of violence was something I'd seen
I sold My soul to be the human machine
How could this poison become the dream of My soul?
When did I let crazed fantasies take complete control?
Screaming fits of rage on winter's days past
Sweet mana of pain and sorrow My only repast
Bleak, lonely nights spent in silent lament
Watching My talents be so uselessly spent
To become perfect, One must become a ghost
To become invulnerable, One must divorce emotions at the utmost.
Black hearted angel with blacker soul and wing
No longer lifts a voice to Heaven to so gaily sing
Of light and love and all things beautiful and pure
Instead giving all of humanity its lost cure
Death at the hands of One who neither laughs nor cries
Merely giving them an enigmatic smile as the light dims from their eyes.

Christopher

Sometimes, when I stare up at the outside
I see all the places and people that I've cast aside
Letting Phantom cover My eyes with the beauty of a veil
Closing My mind to pain and drifting in beauty so frail
Memories echo down long empty marble halls
Building slowly, stone by stone, the impenetrable walls
Deeper I retreated into the plutonian warmth of My mind's womb
Never minding that My angel was building My heart into a tomb
Do any of you know what it is like to so blissfully content
To never see the ever spiraling depths of your descent
Murder and death I watched so calmly, wreathed in smiles
Floating disjointedly through each of My trials
Then came the lance of light that seared and blinded
Bringing with it a flood of emotions of which I am reminded
That I am human and in this shell I can no longer exist
As I arose to My senses, I erupted like an infectuous cyst
Destroying what was and sweeping in what was to be
The one that was meant to love, accept and cherish Me
Do I credit her with the return of My senses
No, I give her credit for wiping away all the pretenses
So now We stand, angel, eye to eye staring at Whom We abhor
Wondering who in the end will walk, once and for all, away as the victor of this war.

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Re: Point and Counterpoint: Phantom and Christopher -- MystTears, 12:13:55 06/15/00 Thu