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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
8,250
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21
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Currently Reading:
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Both of us to hell
...i have writers block T.T ...sorry ^.^; ...but i\'m planning on starting this up again...soon...but untill then here is a couple little poems that i got off of www.fanfiction.net from a story called "The Silver, Golden Boy" by CrowNoYami
Both of us to hell
Push out your heart
Give it to the poor
Because it’s obvious
You don’t use it no more
Rip out your brain
Out from your head
Look at it juicing
Fuck! You’re not dead
Ya came and took over
Fucked up my life
So rip up your body
I’ll give you the knife
Tear at your stomach
The acid inside
Burning the skin
No place to hide
Ya came and took over
Fucked up my life
So rip up your body
I’ll give you the knife
Let your lungs explode
No longer can you breathe
I’ll laugh at you
Pull the sword from the sheath
Watch the blade cut you open
No sympathy to be found
No regret or remorse
When you’re dead on the ground
You shouldn’t have took over
Left me alone in my hell
But now that you’re ripped up
You’ll burn as well!
Washing Sin
I think it’s fitting
To see the rain
Go away
Then come back again
On sunny days
We loudly cheer
But it seems the rain
We grow to fear
The sun’s the one
Who takes the lives
Shallows the water
Before you dive
The rain gives water
We need to live
While washing away
Unholy sins
Why do we fear,
A gift such as rain?
Why does it remind us,
Of only pain?
Perhaps because
It washes sin?
Reminding us
Of how we live
These poems describe how this story is going to be XD ...pls review...you can flame as much as you want cause i know i\'m a horrible author...i should be burned at the stake *SOB*
Both of us to hell
Push out your heart
Give it to the poor
Because it’s obvious
You don’t use it no more
Rip out your brain
Out from your head
Look at it juicing
Fuck! You’re not dead
Ya came and took over
Fucked up my life
So rip up your body
I’ll give you the knife
Tear at your stomach
The acid inside
Burning the skin
No place to hide
Ya came and took over
Fucked up my life
So rip up your body
I’ll give you the knife
Let your lungs explode
No longer can you breathe
I’ll laugh at you
Pull the sword from the sheath
Watch the blade cut you open
No sympathy to be found
No regret or remorse
When you’re dead on the ground
You shouldn’t have took over
Left me alone in my hell
But now that you’re ripped up
You’ll burn as well!
Washing Sin
I think it’s fitting
To see the rain
Go away
Then come back again
On sunny days
We loudly cheer
But it seems the rain
We grow to fear
The sun’s the one
Who takes the lives
Shallows the water
Before you dive
The rain gives water
We need to live
While washing away
Unholy sins
Why do we fear,
A gift such as rain?
Why does it remind us,
Of only pain?
Perhaps because
It washes sin?
Reminding us
Of how we live
These poems describe how this story is going to be XD ...pls review...you can flame as much as you want cause i know i\'m a horrible author...i should be burned at the stake *SOB*