Evil Angel
Breaking Benjamin
Hold it together
Birds of a feather
Nothing but lies and crooked wing
I have the answer
Spreading the cancer
You are the faith inside me
No!
Don't!
Leave me to die here
Help me survive here
Alone!
Don't!
Remember!
Remember!
Put me to sleep evil angel
Open your wings evil angel!
I'm a believer
Nothing could be worse
All these imaginary friends
Hiding betrayal
Driving the nail
Hoping to find their savior
No!
Don't!
Leave me to die here,
Help me survive here alone!
Don't!
Surrender!
Surrender!
Put me to sleep evil angel!
Open your wings evil angel!
Fly over me evil angel!
Why can't I breathe evil angel!
Put me to sleep evil angel!
Open your wings evil angel!
Oh!
Fly over me evil angel!
Why can't I breathe evil angel!
He stood in the dark, alone under the tree by the lake. With one hand, he rested against the rough bark, leaning against the tree with most of his weight.
Hold it together
Somewhere, miles away, another was doing quite the same thing, with quite a different tree.
Birds of a feather
He spat angrily on the ground, seeing blood glint in the light before the glob touched the soil. There was nothing left. No friends, family. No one.
Nothing but lies and crooked wings
The idea spread through him like vile poison, and he smirked at the inkling it foresaw.
I have the answer
Remembered flashes of scars and blood.
Spreading the cancer
They spread across his skin like some strange disease.
You are the faith inside me
A beautiful disease. One that kept him alive. How odd was it, that pain and such nasty habits kept him upright?
Helpless, he sat heavily on the ground, leaning against a large root as he contemplated the past occurrence. Dumbledore, the conning old bastard, and Voldemort. The two who battled for his blood, his service, his death.
While Dumbledore was now deceased, it changed nothing. What the old man had set in motion was reason enough to loathe him for. He had laid a flawless trap, and now Harry was well and truly ensnared.
After the large, raging fight with Snape, he now knew the truth. He knew he was only being used, by either side. And that made him so completely bitter.
No!
The only one he would even begin to hope to talk to was far, far away. Severus Snape was not a man he could easily reach, and frustration and anger welled inside him.
Don't!
Leave me to die here
After the man had literally screamed the truth at Harry through ligilimency, after Harry had been forced to see, through the other man's eyes, what truly went on, Snape had left him.
Help me survive here
Snape's appearance was wholly unexpected on his part, he mused. The man had appeared that night, apprehended Harry in his midnight wanderings, and had forced him to see the truth. After, when Harry was left gasping on the floor, curled in on himself, Snape had disappeared.
Alone!
Now, after such a visit, he tried desperately to restrain old, unwanted memories. Memories of far more pleasant excursions into the dungeons. Ones where the hands that touched him were soft, not violent. Ones in which Snape was rough, but not brutal.
Don't!
Remember!
Remember!
Now all he wanted was to forget. And the idea that slithered through him was suddenly so very attractive.
Put me to sleep evil angel
The razor blade…he always carried it with him. Always. Pathetic, Potter, Snape would say. But Snape was not here.
Open your wings evil angel!
Slice the vein, splay it in halves. The game he played with himself was a deadly one.
I'm a believer
Nothing could be worse
What they told him, he had always believed. How idiotic he was. As Snape was always telling him, he was useless.
All these imaginary friends
Friends, they called themselves.
Hiding betrayal
Betraying him even as they spoke. No, their intentions were pure enough. It was the betrayal of his life.
Driving the nail
Hoping to find their savior
They didn't care what they did to him, as a person, just as long as they found someone to die for all. As long as they made him their hero.
No!
Don't!
He felt so useless, so helpless. He wished that Snape would return, even if his only reason was to yell at him more. Why had he left, even? He could not remember… Was he thinking of the mans most recent departure? Or the one that occurred what seemed so long ago…
Leave me to die here,
Help me survive here alone!
If only he hadn't dug the blade in so deeply…he might have had the strength to apparate. He could tell the man…
Don't!
Surrender!
Surrender!
Blood curling in twining patterns over old scars.
Put me to sleep evil angel!
Intricate weaves leave new eyesores.
Open your wings evil angel!
The presence he spoke to with reverence and dread…
Fly over me evil angel!
It was the angel who spoke with him whenever he bled…
Why can't I breathe evil angel!
Having trouble with air was not usually a symptom of the cruelly beautiful lines.
Put me to sleep evil angel!
Why couldn't he breathe…?
Open your wings evil angel!
Was this truly the end, for him…? He laughed as he thought it. Wouldn't that suit Dumbledore? No, it would not be so easy. Not for the likes of him.
Oh!
Fly over me evil angel!
But perhaps…life would be generous, enough…
Why can't I breathe evil angel!
His angel spoke quiet words, and he felt himself gasping for air.
It was dark, so dark. But even as it was, he could not tell if he was dead, or sleeping, or even if he was breathing.
Evil angel!
And he thought…he rather liked it that way.