Harry, cold and hurt, sighs in the dark
The music he hears in his head is Lincoln park
He to is numb, his heart frozen like an ice cube floating in a drink, clinking when it hits the sides of the glass, knowing that eventually it will melt and be no more - unable to escape
He is tied of all the sick violence…… the murder…. The rape
One day
One day
One day
He will thaw
He will take back what is his
He will be avenged
But not today