When the madness consumes you
You're only ten years old.
You just threw him into the mirror
And everybody stops and stares.
From then on
It's all fragile steps and carefully planned words.
As if you'll break any moment
Maybe you will.
You get older and so do they
You grow farther apart.
You fight like cats and dogs
And you know when you're fifteen
The dancing games of flames will kill you.
It eventually does
When you all fall one way or another
One by one.
When you're hearing the screams of innocents
You don't know what grips you
But you laugh outside as you cry inside
Because you know this isn't as it was supposed to be.
But it's too late now
You're rotting in hell.
Reviews, perhaps, on my lovely view of our favorite Death Eater?