more narotic poetry during sudden inspiration at 11:30 at night. sorry. I'd love to tell you who it's by, but i'd rather write the thing, and let you guess. anyhow, r/r

It's darkness that I see
Seeping through the bars
But I'm not really sure
Could the darkness be me?

Thoughts wander in
Thoughts I'd rather not repeat
The same old thoughts
I can't manage to escape

I see friends, laughing
Friends that are dead
I remember them smiling
But no, that thought left me again

They're dead, all of them
Save two, light and dark
One, coward in the cowards role
The other, I guess I'll never know

I wonder where, who he is
I wonder if he smiles
The unknown baby haunts my thoughts
Just as he does my fellow inmates

Fellows? I'd rather not
But somehow, we fell together
The innocent, who couldn't know
The guilty, who too well did

Peter Pettigrew, if you can here me
Your soul will burn in the blackest of hells
And Harry Potter, you'll never know
That you're godfather really wanted to love you

These thoughts, stealtily seeping
Gloomy, to pass the sucking vacuum
And somehow, these thoughts I remember
My despair, it keeps me sane

Sirius Black, from Azkazban