DEAD
oOo
Burns
Like fire running right through
Scolding every fibre
Making everything scorch
As though the sun is in his lungs.
Deeper, deeper,
(Ever so deeper)
Till the surface is not visible,
And it becomes impossible
To remember things that are not
w-a-t-e-r
w-a-t-e-r
w-a-t-e-r
Think of something, remember something
Eyes close,
Mind races,
Remembering back to the days in which
He was so young,
With not a care,
He wishes he could go back
There.
G-r-y-f-f-i-n-d-o-r
H-u-f-f-l-e-p-u-f-f
R-a-v-e-n-c-l-a-w
S-l-y-t-h-e-r-i-n
Always been such competition
But do they know their feuds mean nothing?
Not at the end.
He thinks, he thinks
(Who am I?)
The words run through his head:
Eighteen years old,
A Black,
A Snake,
A useless person,
Coward,
Son,
Brother,
Death Eater,
Traitor,
(I am dead)