POV- Sirius Black (Sometime while he is imprisoned in Azkaban)
From the cell of Sirius Black
Screams, screams of terror
Laughter, maniac laughter
The only sounds I hear
Coldness, freezing cold
The only thing I feel
But I am innocent
But no one knows
Except me and the dead
No prove
Except with the traitor
And the betrayed
So here I am
Dieing…
Hurting…
Waiting…
For the end
Hoping beyond hope
Because there is no hope
No happiness
No cheer
No nothing
Except fear
And hate
And misery
Fear, hate, and misery
But even stronger
Sadness
And the one thought
Innocent
But proven guilty
Knowing that the traitor lives
And is honored
While I am despised
Knowing it is my fault
While knowing it is also his
Mourning the dead and gone
But eager that the child
Their child
The child who lived
May have something better