Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters that are mentioned or
related to anything written by J.K.Rowling.
A/N- Hi this is a bit weird and I don't really get it myself. It's my first
attempt at fan fiction. Hope you like it. r& r please !
Through the eyes of the demented.
I am but a tool of the dark, an instrument of the sinister.
Plagued to remain amongst those who have but less then an age to live. Not
knowing weather they will be forfeit to the raging fires of hell or to be
embraced by the blinding light of paradise.
Yet still I remain true to those who I carry a sense of connection, though
I know with a binding pain when the time draws upon them I shall end their
blissful lives. Exile what hope lies for me in this vacant land I must
wonder for eternity
And as I drift suspended in air I feel it growing inside my very chest. A
piecing yearning for something or someone. This desire that infects my
thoughts, my dreams. I no longer see through the eyes of an innocent. I
have evolved into something I know nothing of and have no wish to be. I
know what I crave not love nor fame but a felling of belonging, a need to
fit in But this is impossible for time has worked it's self around me like
a coil of wire squeezing what I once was. I no longer feel for anything. I
have all but become numb and it scares me. But how can I ponder such
ridiculous notions of belonging in this world after all I am but a tool of
the dark, an instrument of the sinister.
What would you pay for the custody of my soul? I would pay everything and
anything for it to remain yours.
related to anything written by J.K.Rowling.
A/N- Hi this is a bit weird and I don't really get it myself. It's my first
attempt at fan fiction. Hope you like it. r& r please !
Through the eyes of the demented.
I am but a tool of the dark, an instrument of the sinister.
Plagued to remain amongst those who have but less then an age to live. Not
knowing weather they will be forfeit to the raging fires of hell or to be
embraced by the blinding light of paradise.
Yet still I remain true to those who I carry a sense of connection, though
I know with a binding pain when the time draws upon them I shall end their
blissful lives. Exile what hope lies for me in this vacant land I must
wonder for eternity
And as I drift suspended in air I feel it growing inside my very chest. A
piecing yearning for something or someone. This desire that infects my
thoughts, my dreams. I no longer see through the eyes of an innocent. I
have evolved into something I know nothing of and have no wish to be. I
know what I crave not love nor fame but a felling of belonging, a need to
fit in But this is impossible for time has worked it's self around me like
a coil of wire squeezing what I once was. I no longer feel for anything. I
have all but become numb and it scares me. But how can I ponder such
ridiculous notions of belonging in this world after all I am but a tool of
the dark, an instrument of the sinister.
What would you pay for the custody of my soul? I would pay everything and
anything for it to remain yours.
