By kebi oni1x2@hotmail.com
Wasting my time 1/1
Archive: http://www.geocities.com/hpblacksabbath/
Rating: PG-13?
Parings: I really don't know
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I am wasting my time. Wasting my time. I scream and kick; bite, scratch and hit. You laugh that little' malicious laugh. That sneer is pulled upon you face. I want slap you; tap in your brain/ finds what causes you to scar the deepest. I want to be the ass that you are to me. I want to sleep with a dozen women and then my son, just like you. Then blame it all on my son shortcomings and a sip of liquor.
I don't want to be a malicious thing, I want to be a father, and I want to have a family. I'll have a little girl named Ruby, then maybe a little boy named Albus, just to make you mad. You'll turn that pale lavender; like you always do when I've smarted off or made you angry. Then you'll walk towards me, raising that thin hand with chewed fingernails to strike me. It will come down and all you'll hit is the illusion of the little boy you had named Draco. And the man that is here today will hold that wrist that the hand is attached to and simply twist it. You'll look at me with disbelief, as your hand hangs from you broken wrist. Or maybe that won't happen....
maybe I'll be gay; maybe I'll be straight. Maybe I'll sleep with the boy who lived. Or maybe I'll sleep with you? Don't want to kiss the hem of dirt- covered robes and bow down to the lord of the dark arts. Uncle Voldie can kiss my ass, I'll scream, then I'll turn around and fuck Dumbledore, all while getting drunk with Snape. And all while laughing at your pale lavender face.
You know what? You've demanded respect, from a little boy you've whipped, hit and fucked into shape. Well father this little boy, now a man, doesn't respect someone who doesn't respect himself. Yeah, I know you are ashamed of all the things you've did for uncle Voldie. You try and redeem yourself and now. Pay your damn time in Azkaban; you know what I'll never forgive you. Harry might (what a gracious lover I have) he'll want me to invite you to our wedding (you know the ministry will let me) but I'll say no. You know why? Heh, you know why, all those dark nights, me going back to mother in torn bloody robes. Scarring Harry, then threatening to kill him if I didn't break it off. I know what you did to him; I remember the days when he flinches from my touch, from anyone's touch. Ohhh how I wanted to kill you then, still do. First me, now him, I reckon. How dare you I thought! He was mine, is mine, FOREVER MINE! He forgives you, a damn Gryffindor trait, but I never will.
I don't give a damn; I don't give damn, whether the world dies or lives, dark magic or white magic rules. Whether women have equal rights, men have equal right. Don't care if Dumbledore slept with uncle Voldie, or if Snape sleeps with Harry's cousin. All I care about is that you die today, tomorrow, as soon as you fucking can and the center of my shitty world, Harry. I am wasting my time. Wasting my time, when I'm not with him. Wasting my time, wasting my time...
owari~
Wasting my time 1/1
Archive: http://www.geocities.com/hpblacksabbath/
Rating: PG-13?
Parings: I really don't know
~*~*~*~*
I am wasting my time. Wasting my time. I scream and kick; bite, scratch and hit. You laugh that little' malicious laugh. That sneer is pulled upon you face. I want slap you; tap in your brain/ finds what causes you to scar the deepest. I want to be the ass that you are to me. I want to sleep with a dozen women and then my son, just like you. Then blame it all on my son shortcomings and a sip of liquor.
I don't want to be a malicious thing, I want to be a father, and I want to have a family. I'll have a little girl named Ruby, then maybe a little boy named Albus, just to make you mad. You'll turn that pale lavender; like you always do when I've smarted off or made you angry. Then you'll walk towards me, raising that thin hand with chewed fingernails to strike me. It will come down and all you'll hit is the illusion of the little boy you had named Draco. And the man that is here today will hold that wrist that the hand is attached to and simply twist it. You'll look at me with disbelief, as your hand hangs from you broken wrist. Or maybe that won't happen....
maybe I'll be gay; maybe I'll be straight. Maybe I'll sleep with the boy who lived. Or maybe I'll sleep with you? Don't want to kiss the hem of dirt- covered robes and bow down to the lord of the dark arts. Uncle Voldie can kiss my ass, I'll scream, then I'll turn around and fuck Dumbledore, all while getting drunk with Snape. And all while laughing at your pale lavender face.
You know what? You've demanded respect, from a little boy you've whipped, hit and fucked into shape. Well father this little boy, now a man, doesn't respect someone who doesn't respect himself. Yeah, I know you are ashamed of all the things you've did for uncle Voldie. You try and redeem yourself and now. Pay your damn time in Azkaban; you know what I'll never forgive you. Harry might (what a gracious lover I have) he'll want me to invite you to our wedding (you know the ministry will let me) but I'll say no. You know why? Heh, you know why, all those dark nights, me going back to mother in torn bloody robes. Scarring Harry, then threatening to kill him if I didn't break it off. I know what you did to him; I remember the days when he flinches from my touch, from anyone's touch. Ohhh how I wanted to kill you then, still do. First me, now him, I reckon. How dare you I thought! He was mine, is mine, FOREVER MINE! He forgives you, a damn Gryffindor trait, but I never will.
I don't give a damn; I don't give damn, whether the world dies or lives, dark magic or white magic rules. Whether women have equal rights, men have equal right. Don't care if Dumbledore slept with uncle Voldie, or if Snape sleeps with Harry's cousin. All I care about is that you die today, tomorrow, as soon as you fucking can and the center of my shitty world, Harry. I am wasting my time. Wasting my time, when I'm not with him. Wasting my time, wasting my time...
owari~