Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, so don't sue me!
Bitter, twisting, tell me lies
I sacrifice, for your thorns
Desire
Envelop me
Torment me
Tease me
Merciless sweet
you can be
Fake your tales
Name your poison
Envy has no place
Yet you're a fake hero
I suffer on the stake,
You wash your hands so clean,
Dirt ne'er touched one so pure,
Yet, underneath, I see it all,
Why, do shadows cast shapes, if only to deceive?
Can the truth by hidden, from this love?
A rose's thorn, to prick your skin,
Ruby red droplet, like wine from your glass,
You dipp'ed your finger in,
You say your clean?
You say your pure?
Yet how can you know what you are not,
if you have never tasted of it?