Ya know he's not mine. I wish.
Professor Snape's world is cold
And completely black
Except for the silver glisten
Of the blade
Of his friend
The knife.
He carries it with him
In a pocket
Of his long black flowing robe.
It comforts him during the painful daytime
With the reassurance
That it will be there at night.
Be there like a friend should.
When the day is done
When the night begins
His friend comes into play.
It skips happily
Along his flesh
Carving paths
Of red
Cut cut
Slash
Rip
Stab
Twist
The knife is his best
cut
Friend
His true
cut
Friend
His only
cut
Friend.
He loves his friend
So much it makes him cry
He cries because he knows
Friendships last forever