The Phantom of the Opera

Chilling, yet begging eyes.
Silent, yet desperate cries.
Rough, caressing hands.
So strong, yet so weak, this man.

Pushing me away, begging me not to go.
Is this man for real, or is this just for show?
I should get out of here, he's tearing me apart,
That's what my mind says, someone tell it to my heart.

Inglorious, and yet so grand.
Impossible to live in this state.
Inhuman with a mortal soul.
What is this man's final goal?

Bittersweet and unforgetable, Hell and Heaven into one.
Everytime he sings to me, my heart once again is won.
Life and death, monster and angel pure.
Not one moment can his actions be sure.

Giving me hope, and crushing it.
Heavens cloud, and Hell's pit.
I can't live forever with this thing...
But i can't breath if he doesn't sing.