Desidero - [to long for what is absent or lost , to wish for; to miss, find a lack of]
What now?
That's the question.
Am I supposed to just lay down
And take it all?
So what if Trelawney made a prediction?
It's my life…
LET ME OUT.
So much for duty.
Why me?
Is it really fair
Just because of my scar?
Peel it away.
I don't want to be afraid.
People are dying around me;
My fault.
Dropping like flies.
I'm going to follow them soon.
Unless I can kill the snake.
Death…
Is it a peaceful sleep?
Or would the nightmares follow me there?
I'm having second thoughts;
The veil is swinging in my mind.
Calautica letumere
I'm tired of fighting.
I'm tired of being me.
Go away.
I'm afraid to sleep.
I'll stay awake,
With my eyes wide open
And bloodshot. Red.
Let me escape…
A/N: An odd poem, yes. Induced by a bit of Hamlet we had to read and rewrite for English class. The first part sounds whiny, but I couldn't fix it without throwing the whole poem off-balance. =P I have no idea if that bit of Latin is right, but it's supposed to mean "veil of death". *hugs Harry* @__@