Draco-Loves-Harry

Loneliness clings to the cells of your skin, adding an extra layer - like grease to chips. A shiny coating that adds depth to your eye, and ice to your soul. All interesting people are lonely. Uninterested by those around them, alienated (isolated) by a subconscious choice, because they're afraid but unknowing. The lonely are detached from the earth by a thin membrane displacing them only slightly from this reality into one of their own making, almost an exact double except from the grey tinge that makes those around them look like shadows. Ironically loneliness does not come alone it often brings its friends to weigh you down further; you ma

Cold and sharp My thoughts pierce my head Ruthless and relentless Voices of the dead Dead friendships and bonds Broken and gone Wistful shadows In the new dawn Feelings and emotions Turned to dark Love and care Faded to black Cold and forgotten I sit in on my own Crushed and tearful And all alone

Would you turn to the dark side? Dip your toes in the pool of desire and surround yourself in the mist of self indulgence, dance with the devil and court his demons? Lose yourself to the night, and never wake up. Temptation, reach out and grasp for it, brush your fingers through the edges. You can never quite reach the core, chaos, fierce and teasing, seducing you closer. Would you turn to the dark side? I would.

That one hope, one dream We want fulfilled That one single wish That haunts and dreams and thoughts It stalks our minds And pierces our hearts It's so deeply rooted That we'll never forget it Even as we grow older And it seems more ridiculous Or less than likely to come true We'll still long for it to be satisfied That one spark that fuels our imaginings Our childhood dream That will never be fulfilled But will stay with us for the rest of our lives

Who am I? A hard question I am so many different things I am kind, cruel, quiet, chatty, Happy, sad, hated and loved There are so many different answers But only one that matters Who am I? I am me.

Sometimes I go down to the stream, that's where it all happened after all. I sit under the old birch tree, it's branches groan and protest against the wind, but I don't mind, it's rather soothing. The stream is a wonderful place to think, so peaceful. The grass is thick and soft, perfect to sit on, the waters murky but the sound of the splashing comforts me. There are often animals, though none dare come near me. Pity, I would love just to sit with the birds and listen to their song. I go to the river to escape, it's the ideal place, no-one goes there anymore. No noise and no people, no one to bother you. Sometimes I draw there; the scen

I want to fall away with you, Into the abyss Stay alone with you forever In an endless bliss To fall away with you Into a new day Together always No matter what they say Falling away with you Into a dream But stay with you Isn't as easy as it would seem I'm falling away with you…