Unknown Soldier
Borderline
Dead inside
I don't mind
Falling to pieces
Count me in
Violin
Let's begin
Feeding the sickness
How do I
Simplify
Dislocate
The letter is on the way!
Show me what it's like
To dream in black and white,
So I can leave this world, tonight
Full of fear
Everclear
I'll be here
Fighting forever
Curious
Venomous
You'll find me
Climbing to heaven
Never mind
Turn back time
You'll be fine
I will get left behind
Show me what it's like
To dream in black and white,
So I can leave this world, tonight
Holding on too tight
Breathe the breath of line
So I can leave this world behind
It only hurts just once
They're only broken bones
Hide the hate inside
Show me what it's like
To dream in black and white,
So I can leave this world, tonight
Holding on too tight
Breathe the breath of life
So I can leave this world behind
Harry sat, back to the cold stone of the frosted astronomy tower, motionless. The snow fell softly onto all the grounds, muffling the air and world like a cold, frozen cotton.
The grounds were filled with about two feet of snow, and all the scant few who had stayed over the Christmas holiday were inside.
Borderline
He trembled on the brink.
Dead inside
When had he been alive? Like the life that slept beneath the snow, it felt as if he had never truly been.
I don't mind
Death rarely cared it was what it was. Dead.
Falling to pieces
Without life inside, what was left to hold his pieces together? It was only a matter of time before gravity played its part.
Here on the snow covered tower, he fell.
Count me in
Violin
Let's begin
Feeding the sickness
Whatever this was, he felt it feed on his shards, and gladly obliged the hunger. For it had been so long since he had felt the burning, clawing desire.
How do I
Simplify
Dislocate
How did he simplify what he only now wanted to do? Death on the inside was rarely a satisfying death. The external shell that would reveal to the world his internal absence was most desirable, at that moment.
You could tell them, read them your souls obituary, but they could hardly understand. Nevertheless, written and flown, to only one who he felt should read it.
The letter is on the way!
Show me what it's like
To dream in black and white,
So I can leave this world, tonight
Black and white, like the world outside. The white snow, the castle faded grey, iced-over lake and black, dead trees. The soft snow that fell from the white, crisp sky was the only sensation he could comprehend in the faded screenplay he performed.
Full of fear
Funny how those dead can still fear. Fear of what comes next. This place where his body lived and he did not was merely the halfway space in which he was decided—light, or dark?
Everclear
The answer seemed so obvious to him, as clear and stark as this day, this undetected twilight. This placid white and smeared, inky grey.
I'll be here
Fighting forever
They expected only that of him. Only, as if it was something small. While only one thing, such a large thing in which he could never complete. For how did those deceased fight on?
They did not.
Curious
Curiosity only strikes when something in the black and white world became a stark red in contrast. Only when his flesh and blade met in union.
Venomous
It flowed through his veins, as poisonous as sin and just as deadly. The wanton need for pain or something else. Something unknown.
You'll find me
Climbing to heaven
If this halfway place, so black and so very white, was between him and eternity, he would climb the mire of filth to the brimstones of heavens burning gates.
Never mind
Turn back time
You'll be fine
I will get left behind
They would always tell him this, as if it were that simple. Sacrificing themselves for him, the greater good. When the greater good was dead, was it not so good?
He was afraid to ask.
Show me what it's like
To dream in black and white,
So I can leave this world, tonight
Holding on too tight
Breathe the breath of life
So I can leave this world behind
If he was dead, than the breath he breathed was surely life. And in breathing life, he embodied it? And in that, he lived? Or did he just dream in this black and white world? Dream the cold, bitter air that filled his lungs? Bitter was life and cold was its demise.
It only hurts just once
They're only broken bones
Hide the hate inside
It would be so simple…to forsake his physical shell. So easy to push back against the wall until his head was in the white air, before his shoulders, before he pushed off once last with his feet and let himself fall to the ground, flying the speed as a black feather.
Show me what it's like
To dream in black and white,
So I can leave this world, tonight
His only regret, he mused, was not pursuing what he longed for. But that could not be helped. He was, however Gryffindors looked at it, cowardly in that respect. For requesting a liaison with his most hated professor was something he was too empty to do.
Holding on too tight
Breathe the breath of life
So I can leave this world behind
Breathe; something so simple seemed so tedious, at the moment.
He pushed up, over, and flew.