If you look beyond the vines
spy behind the strings.
You will see a fallen angel
Who has lost both his wings.

He screams to his god, hurt
"Why? Why pick me?"
Does anyone respond? Nay
For it is only you who sees.

As he cries for himself
Flowers spring from the ground.
They take his body beneath their leaves
So he shall never hence be found.

And his mocking grave stands still
The colours over ride
Any thought that pain has been
That an angel, here has died.

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In a system of chance,
and ill formed plans
God gives you a pen,
then tears off your hands.

-Pirate

Midnight blue, bedding a little wraith of white. Infectious stars. Disrupting the cycle, insinuating years of pain.

Zooming through the unspoken words that create all tomes of time, till there is a sudden stop.

The shadow-infested man writhes in his sleep, his mind is troubled. The jewel of the fair boy's soul haunts him...and with each memory that flashes by, he dies a little...inside.

I am Draco, and I am in pain. I hurt and bleed like everyone else, but the difference between them and me is that...that they can cry.

Do you understand how much a single tear means to me? To daddy? Cause that's what I call him. In the private depths of my chained up heart, I cry. Sitting on his lap, my head on his shoulder, whimpering "Daddy"...I cry.

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I am older now. And I am no longer Draco, I am Mr. Malfoy. I no longer hurt, I no longer cry. Why? Because there are no tears on the uniform. No, no tears allowed at all.

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The heart of an ice sculpture, the mind of a snake, and the ass of a god. Or so I am told. Every night...every single FUCKING time, he...defiles me and-and-and...I can't take it anymore. I DO hurt, I DO cry, and I really, really would just like to die.

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I don't want to be touched, or be put through this...this, "Love" is what he calls it. He tells me only his true followers are his...lovers. I can't even whisper the word without bitterness in my voice.

I want to be able to go to sleep and dream. To sleep through one night without waking up screaming. To be able to move without feeling the telltale fire in my backside. I want...

I want to be able to look Crabbe and Goyle in the face and not think about the fact that they have seen me whipped, bloody, naked, and begging on a hot flagstone courtyard. And, oh, of course it's hot...the Devil's circle is never cold.

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I am not Draco. Nor am I Mr. Malfoy. I am...broken. Do you know what happened tonight? No, of course you don't, how could you? How could you...possibly imagine, what I went through?

He took me through the brothel, bringing me to each door, leaving when he didn't find what he wanted. Until...finally, he stopped. Right in front...of Snape. My godfather, who through many spells, enchanted the mirrors across the walls to reflect to the Death Eater meeting. And the whips and the leather...it...it hurt so, so badly. And, of course he just stood there. Watching, laughing...smiling. Why did you not stop them? Why, daddy?

...why?

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A slender young boy stands tall and proud. He has passed the tests and graduated at the top of his class. He rolls up his sleeve and winks, showing the stark, shameful tattoo on his left forearm. Gently jutting his chest out, showing the Slytherin badge, he spits on the girl who lies crying at his feet. Her robes are soiled and she sobs, only raising her face long enough to show the cat like eyes and an array of frizzy hair. Hermione Granger.

I turn away from the reflection and laugh bitterly. A dry sound that forces it's way out till the room echoes with my pain. Even my soul, reflects what my father wants.

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Recently, my shame has increased. That blasted Harry-bloody-Potter! How DARE he be better than I? At POTIONS of all things. I just might kill myself. But you know what, this is what my father wants.

He has drilled into me that I must be the best, but you know what? I'm not. Potter is, Granger is and now...I really don't really care.

And I don't think that I ever shall, not ever again.

Never.

Startled awake, the dark one shot up, and out of bed, landing on the floor. Liquid in the form of bullets dropped off of him at an excellerating pace. Wiping his forehead on his arm, he looked at the bed. Staring into the broken-glass eyes of his charge, he saw lagoons of sadness, hurt, and pain. But no anger. Was it possible that his father, who had tormented him so often, had at last dragged out every ounce of fury in ?

Looking him straight in the eye, the fair dragon whispered, "Well now you know." Turned over, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Yes, this boy was no longer human. Lucius was dead, but his legacy lived.

Tearing his eyes from the skinny form, the dark one stepped out of the room, walked down the hall to the bathroom, and vomited.

The worst part is...he knows that he has not yet touched what hurt the dragon so badly. When such a word is spoken, it is heard throughout the lands, such a word...

Never.

-Pirate Bitch nut

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