Disclaimer: I still, sadly, don't own Draco Malfoy.
Addicted
I feel tired, hypnotized.
How could I be so captured?
I wished, I swore,
I dreamed to always run free.
I'd never be hindered, I knew,
That simply wasn't like me.
So, I decided to do a one-time thing,
When suddenly,
What I needed
Was more.
I came back
to do it just one more time,
but I couldn't shut down
the door.
How I wish I could lock it,
To never go in
To have kept running
And spread my wings.
But, my feathers, I clipped
Though I don't want it,
I can't quit.
What got me into this?
I feel tired, hypnotized.
How could I be so captured?
Authors Note: This poem relates to how Draco Malfoy started doing the wrong thing… and must continue.