Note to Self
By: Whatshername1
WARNING: MINOR SPOILERS!
Rating: PG (K+)
Summary: Severus Snape reflects on the man he killed...
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is trademark of Warner Bros. Inc Solastic, and J.K. Rowling this song was written by From First to Last, I claim no ownership of either item, don't sue...all you would get is some lip gloss and a penny or two.
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Severus Snape watched, as if he wasn't him self, kill the man who had saved, and yet destroyed him. It wasn't planned, not thought out anyway, even though he knew it might come down to it, but something had clicked inside his head and told him to do it. Kill him, it had taken over and in only seconds convinced him to kill the man he owed his life to. This was who he was, it didn't matter that he was sorry about the death or that he would take it back, he was a killer and he would always have that shadow hanging above him, feeding him thoughts of death and of the rush he got from every kill.
Two roads... split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.
How had it come to this? He hadn't always been a murderer; there was a time when he would have done everything in his power to stop someone like himself. He could remember the times when he wanted to an arorur and stop people from living the life he did now. Those times were a lie, facing the facts had always been an easy thing for him but the hope he had, made him lie to himself, he could still feel how the lie made him happy, even if only for a second.
I wanted to be that breath of fresh air,
When everything smelled so insincere.
But this taste still lingers in my mouth,
Deceit has ways of sticking around.
And I'm ready to disappear,
Vacation seems far (seems far) from here.
He missed the man he killed, missed him terribly, and it was a tragedy that he died—no, was killed. His death only caused pain; to him and countless others. If only there was a way to bring him back, back to the world who missed him and desperately needed him. If there was only a way.
Note to self: I miss you terribly.
This is what... we call a tragedy.
Come back to me, come back to me, to me.
Note to self: I miss you terribly.
This is what, we call a tragedy
Come back to me, come back to me, to me.
It had happened again, and again, it need to stop. His mind would wander back to his killer counterpart and make him to the unthinkable. He would never find a final place if it went on. Time; it wasn't on his side, it was moving to fast…time, there was none left. Not to stop himself, but he needed to, he wanted to…
I can feel my mind, wandering again.
Into where I don't know, and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving, faster than I can.
And I'm sick of this scene,
I need to break the routine.
I can feel my mind, wandering again.
Into where I don't know, and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving, faster than I can.
And I'm sick of this scene,
I need to break the routine.
Two roads... split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.
Which part of me is lost? I feel so close, and yet I am so far.
Which part of me is lost? I feel so close, and yet I am so...Far!...
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