OK, 1/50 of the 50shuffle challenge, here goes!
"Shadowland", from Lion King the musical.
From Draco's POV about Hermione
The dreariness of the passing world bleeds the life from this restless body, steals away with the colour of my days and turns my vision grey.
The ache that once was bearable has spread across my entire being, until I am consumed by it. And yet, as the same time it fuels me, makes me strong so I can face the harshness of the everyday world each morning.
My days pass in a single breath, and nonetheless drag their heels.
I long for the daytime, and yet when it colours the horizon I yearn for evening to devour the sun once more.
I know this is living death; to be alive and yet not be alive is the most refined form of torture there could possibly be.
And for it to have been inflicted by them I love more dearly than each breath I take is more than unbearable.
The mere thought of it drives all comprehension from my head, and torments me with endless, derisive laughter.
When they bury me, all pretence of life in this listless body abandoned, you may never even know.
You will never know the lakes of salty water that have leaked traitorously out of these bloodshot eyes because of you.
You will never know of my Shadowland.