AN. Hi there. I just read a really good FanFic and got inspired (kind of) and wrote these. The basic thing is it's Harry's point of view and he is saying about his pain and how much he suffers. Also he is saying how the Dark Lord offers death as the easy option out and he wishes he could die. The wimp. I might add more. Please R&R!
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Scarlet eyes drift over me like the wind in December.
Blood rushes through me, I can feel it pumping, pumping,
Toughening my heart for
The End.
Numbness overtakes my arm as you brush the skin with your ghostly hands,
Like skeletons brought to Life.
Bring my skeleton to Life,
Bring my flesh-less body into the Real World,
Draw me back to the one true reality,
The One True Constant,
The unchanging,
Unforgivable,
Unfinished,
Death.
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Yet still I live in his Half-Life of sorrow,
Drowning in my own blood.
My soul wants to escape from this world, but I hold it back.
I need a companion,
"I will stay." You reply.
Do this for me, and I will be yours.
If my soul leaves me to become a Monster, bind me to the True World.
Tie me by my heartstrings, so worn and tough with age that they will never break.
Not now.
Hate dies in me overtaken my unfeeling and blankness.
"Let me teach you how to live." You say.
I say "Teach me how to die."
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But still my earthly body fights back,
Still it yearns to get away from death,
From You.
But my mind cannot leave You,
Your tempting prospects of death, escape, freedom...
Too much.
Torn, I sway by day and beat my fists by night.
Voices from everywhere want my earthly body,
They want to use it to destroy You.
But something still holds me back.
So,
Still I want to die,
Still I want to live.
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Some would immediately say "It's Love, love of freedom"
I say "It's Death come early to the party, so he doesn't miss anything [or anyone"