A/N: This was written on Draco's POV, in "the Half-Blood Prince"... CONTAINS SPOILERS. Do not read if you haven't read the book.
But if you have, enjoy... and review, please!
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I
feel enclosed in a tomb—
Yet much alive—
And the air is
slowly running out.
It is the lack of choices that's
Tightening
fast around my neck,
Killing me ever so slowly.
Dark spirits
are threatening me,
Death is closing in around me.
"You'll
either kill," they tell me,
"…or you die".
I cannot
answer—I refuse!
But my life is too precious to be wasted,
My
family's too.
I don't have a choice!
The voices are
deafening.
I must surrender—or else!
No!
My vision
is blurry, my soul is escaping me.
Please, I thought,
please let me live.
There is no other way—for all our
sakes.
For mine.
No!
I feel Death's hand caress my
cheek.
I struggle, but there's no space.
It's dark—I've
always been afraid of blackness.
I scream, let me out!
"Only
if you kill," the voices whisper in my ear.
The sound is
sickening,
Like nails on a blackboard.
My eyes are wide, and
yet I see nothing.
My mind only thinks of one, shameful
thing:
Yes.
I feel my flesh burn and ache as my fate is
sealed.
I have become someone I never wished to be.
But now I
breathe.