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BartyReg for Sam. Yay!
He drives you mad in the end.
Even after you leave those p|r|i|s|o|n bars behind
your heart still beats for him.
(thumpthump thumpthump thumpthump)
He still finds you,
wraps his chains about your ribs,
keeps you begging for
just one more kiss goodnight,
just one last chance to make him stay.
(but it's too late, don't you see, Barty?
because dead is dead, don't you know?)
His whisper follows you everywhere,
the ghost of your name on his lips
the night before he left,
the lingering last refrain of
"I'm sorry."
The memory of his touch still reaches you
long after the lights have gone out.
(he always loved you in the dark)
And you still see him in the corridors
Every lonely soul
thinking himself hidden in the shadows
is Regulus.
But not your Regulus
No.
Not yours anymore.
And perhaps you can change your name,
take on another body,
pretend that you are not bro/ken and alone
pretend that the blood on your hands
means nothing
but you can't rid yourself of him
so easily.
Can't shake the emptiness
or the feeling of cold sheets
and the oppressive weight of knowing too much.
Perhaps you think Azkaban has made you wise.
But madness is oh, so delusional
So when they call for your old friends
you welcome them with ((open arms))
They bring the cold and the darkness.
(he always loved you in the dark)
And they take your soul but that's all right.
(just one last kiss goodnight)
Because Regulus has your heart
and always will.
(thumpthump)
The Dementors take the rest.