this is for harry and jo. my king, my queen. happy birthday. forever grateful. ;)
how it feels
how does it feel to die?
you wonder this as you snap the twigs beneath your feet
approaching your imminent end
he's reached the limit, the dark one
and it seems like you've got no choice
time's s-l-i-p-p-i-n-g a-w-a-y
as elusive as the lives of the fifty-some
who fought and failed
who believed and
fell
so now you're doing the right thing, it seems
sacrificing yourself for the good of wizardkind
this moment was always present in your eyes, in their eyes, in the eyes of the world
because everyone knew that harry james potter
was going to stick it out
til the very end
'til he couldn't fight no more.
you stretch out your arms, feeling the grip of those lost before their time
(unlike you, who's time was right, and it's right now)
those who gave you life and gave you a name
indeed, they're still there behind the shadows,
but not as they were
(they'll never be as they were)
your scar is a dull thump, growing larger as the moment looms
crawling and creeping and coming
you glance at every fluttering leaf, knowing that soon, they'll be something of another world
nothing more
than a leaf.
but you, the boy who lived
and the boy who died
did both of these actions
for others.
and that's all you can hold onto, now that you'll be gone soon
a name, only a whisper.
how does it feel to die?
you believe it's just like closing your eyes
and never opening them again
because really, that's all it is
all pain will fade away
and there will be nothing to remember
because it'll all be unending ebony
how does it feel to die?
no one really knows,
because they're not able to tell
because they won't know
after they die.
and you're okay with that.
you don't need to know until the moment comes.
review? concrit is accepted and appreciated ;)