Summary: Even though I'm falling, I fall away from the dark, while he still suffers with nothing, but coal lining for a heart.
Title: Coal Lining.
He seems to be everywhere now
Exposing me to his shame.
All his torment is my pain,
Too much do I think of him. So cold. We hurt each other again.
He seems to be colder now,
True his heart was – is, outlined by coal,
But I wish to hold that heart now,
The way he took hold of my soul.
I'd do anything for him to look at me,
Anything so he can look my way.
Insane dreams of him biting his tongue
And bleeding what cruelty he was to say.
Bizarre dreams they were,
Ridiculous hopes they are.
He will look at me and see nothing more than a tainted being,
He'll judge me through my scars.
He is everything to me,
Residing in my dreams.
Let me break out into a song,
Even if I mean nothing to him.
He's something short of a hero,
Although he makes me sad.
Out of reach so unattainable.
Him, he's something I can't have.
I forget how to breathe when I see him.
Dire consequences, but in front of him I choke.
Laugh. He doesn't know what he does to me.
Tell him? I love y- NO!
Dark desire. Just like the coal lining of his heart.
I'm something he loves to terrorize
In his hands he unknowingly holds-
The heart, he burns with his eyes.
He can control the pain I feel,
I can take a dose of mine, but I'll take all of his.
Still, he's the master of the situation
He helps me hold my nails tightly to my wrist.
These bottled emotions will leak through,
And I'm torn to pieces, I know.
I can't stand to feel this,
But I can't turn away now he and I lost control.
I can't let myself live on fairytales
He won't love me, wont return what I feel.
Telling myself this sensation never existed,
Convincing myself, this was never real.
Later on I'll have to let go,
I can't let it eat up a part of me.
I wont let it bother me as we continue to kill each other,
I'm nothing more than his enemy.
Only one person stood in the battlefield, Draco Malfoy. He stands there in between the dead body of the Dark Lord and Harry Potter. In his hand, he holds the dagger that ended it all.
A low wind blows tousling his hair out of his ears, almost as if trying to whisper to him. Among all the dead bodies, he stares at Harry's eyes, dilated to the point of black beady eyes and devoid of emotion, as it is dead. The wind blows just a bit harder and this time, hushed words Draco Malfoy is able to hear.
Convincing myself, this was never real.
End.
A/N- so what do you think? This was inspired by the song 'Vermilion Pt. II' by Slipknot… if you want to get this really sad feeling, set it on repeat and listen to it while you read this poem.
Review plllleeeaaassseee. then after your done, check out my other story two hearts
Summary: Only one heart beats for one person. what if two people have the same heart?
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