/Perfect by nature/
/Icons of self indulgence/
/just what we all need/
/More lies about a world that/
/Never was and never will be/
/Have you no shame/
/Don't you see me/
/You know you've got everybody fooled/
Quiet, peaceful, serene, and awful. Powder white snow fell to the ground in a thick blanket that covered the earth. Nothing disturbed the blanket except for boot prints that were too big for the boot wearer's feet. A certain blonde haired boy was where that trail led to, who was under a pine tree, invisible to the world. He had a cigarette in his left glove hand, which rested on his knee as he sat with legs propped up, head tilted up. Pewter optics looked up the tree, staring right up at one of the branches that had his own great horned owl upon it. He was thinking about why he never got what he wanted. When he wanted to rule Hogwarts, he only got second best: Head Boy. When he wanted a horse for his summer home, he got a large dog that drooled everywhere named Brutus. But worst of all, when he wanted a boyfriend, he got a girlfriend. Life sucked and he knew it.
/Look here she comes now/
/Bow down and stare in wonder/
/'Oh how we love you'/
/No flaws when you're pretending/
/But now I know she/
/Never was and never will be/
/You don't know how/
/You've betrayed me/
/And some how you've got everybody fooled/
Sure, Draco Malfoy had secretly taken up smoking to bring him deeper into his depression or to try to bring him out of it. Pansy Parkinson, no matter how good the sex, was not enough for him. He wanted something more. He wanted a male that would satisfy his needs. Someone who could fuck him back instead of going to sleep after three rounds. Someone who wouldn't sleep around as Pansy did. Someone who he could trust to remain faithful to him. What he needed was a drink. Being eighteen had its advantages in Hogsmeade. He could officially buy real beer instead of that kids shit. He could buy cigarettes and say he was mailing them to his father, when he was only going to use them himself. Yes being a year ahead of everyone was defiantly an advantage.
/Without the mask/
/Where will you hide/
/Can't find yourself/
/Lost in your lie
/I know the truth now/
/I know who you are/
/And I don't love you any more/
/It never was and never will be/
/You're not real and/
/You can't save me/
/Somehow you've got everybody fooled
Taking a drag of his cigarette, Draco sighed deeply afterwards. What was he to do? There really was no point in sitting out here all day. He could, but there was no point in getting sicker than he already was. Sick? Feh… sick in the head was more like it. Rolling up his sleeve, he looked at the healing wounds on his wrist. He'd have to re open them. That's what he wanted after all. A slow painful death, and that's what he was getting. Death is what he wanted.