I want to wake up with your hands on my scars,
your eyes smoldering their way into my skin.
I want you to slash at my chest,
and let the blood pour onto yours.

I want to ******* die with the wind in my hair
an echo of a song sung once by you
'Weep 'Weep cries the little boy sweeping,
and so too do I as I carry on in the inky blue.

I can feel my skull through the socket of my eyes
How curious it is this skin and bone.
Tell me the secrets of the life you have known.
Or leave my ashes in the memory of your dust.

Perhaps you think I groom them for my gain.
After all, I am just a Slytherin.
We are selfish beasts, some call us evil.
So clearly I'm just polishing my gems.

But I have to ask, do you know the pain?
The lonesome ache I find myself within?
A filthy balloon, just pass the needle!
If love won't find me, at least I'll have them.

My lips pursed by the power of Albus
as abuse lies dormant under my nose.
Oh how I wish I could be unbridled.
Oh how I wish I could just take a stand.

For now I'll sit in my matchstick palace,
I see the thorns, and I'll offer the rose.
Curse those soul-suckers while I sit idle.
Not Dementors, but family plagues this land.

I look to my Luna, my sun and stars.
My one remaining joy, life's true passion.
At times I see Pandora in her smile,
and in those moments the haze fades away.

Some might say my mind is a bit ajar,
A traitorous fanatic lost in sin.
This is fine, let them ramble, meanwhile
by Luna's side I'll live another day.

Cover my arms in your chalk lines
don't take my life away
whisper in my ear
call me a victim spit in my eye,
but I swear to god I will not die.
I'm a stubborn *******
and I'll pin my hopes in the clouds
whisper in my ear
but please just don't be too loud.

There remains a taste of lily on my lips,
as my thoughts grow into a mundane gray.
The Lords of dark and light intertwine
pulling my soul's string, but the dull ache remains.

Sectumsempra's slice can release the devil's grip.
As blood pools at my feet I feel it all fade away.
Finally, this moment I control, it is solely mine.
Alas, I shake myself awake, and return to the pain.

My memory's memory will whisper your name
as our spirits take hand, drifting through stardust.
Civilizations will rise and fall, and so too shall man,
but your name will be uttered, echoed across the land.

I will sketch your eyes amongst the clouds,
Purple mountains unveil your silhouette
For a world without you is but mud on my feet.
Your beauty transcends time and my heartstrings take hold.

We find ourselves in the inky black of the night sky,
a vacuum of nothingness as far as the eye can see.
But still my imprint turns and it catches your gaze,
and whispers my love, as we journey on.