SS
Utterly degrading.
Truly beyond.
That facade is shattered,
of which I am so fond.
I clench my jaw in anger,
in pain, and distress
I must be rid of weakness,
It only makes a mess.
I might've been free.
That was my chance.
Yet here I am, again
because of her one glance.
I was content
to sit alone,
to drift away slowly,
and rest my bones.
Grimacing,
I turn on my left side,
These beds are atrocious
But still I will lie.
The sun is peeking,
through old, worn glass,
comforting the stone
and the polished brass.
I notice the colour,
of the beam of light,
tis not yellow or
even bright white
It's been affected greatly,
through which it peers,
I lean towards it slightly,
getting ever more near
A strangely familiar mix,
of dark and light,
a soft whisky is produced,
replacing the night.
A strangely familiar mix...I wonder. Also, poor Severus. He's really taken her seeing him vulnerable to heart.