All I want to do now is let go. Escape. Fly far away from the curse. The Apocalypse. A blood bath. A slaughter. I want to be away, just not here, the farther the better. The torture they've already put me through. I'm parting from it today. Wherever my blood-drenched wings, soaked in misery, will lead me. Away with all this foolishness. I have to get out of this crap before it's too late and I can't go back. All alone in this big dark world. A threat. I am one to myself. If I don't escape it'll be too late. No matter how hard I'll try, I won't go in the past. I know I'm scared. I'm a bloody coward. I can't stay. And I'm always alone. Never understood. And I need to hide. Behind myself. Hiding from myself. I don't want to find myself. Or to be found. The desire of my heart, at this very moment, is to escape. Away with it all. Gone. Let the wind carry the world away. I have to escape. Escape whatever, whoever. Just not be there. Grant peace to my soul for a day. Or for eternity. The way I'm into now isn't what I want. I need to, and will let go. Of everything. I'm tired of battling in a useless void. All my body aches from despair. I long to escape. To somewhere better. Another place. Where things are less complicated. If I had wings, I'd fly away. Away from all. Further than what is known. Unreachable. Don't even try to do anything. I'll be gone with the wind. Out of the world's reach. At peace finally. I have to escape. I will escape. It's not the end though. Just another beginning. I need to fly. My blood-drenched wings won't cry acid tears, I shan't bleed from the inside anymore. I have to be free. Let me escape. It is my path. I allow myself to be happy and free. Can you? I f I find myself, I'll die. Don't let me get me. Set me free. Let me let go of the world. Let me escape. Let me escape. Escape. Or I will.
Your son,
Draco Malefoy