Chapter 3
No matter what I do
No matter the choices I make
There is always a hand around my throat
Tightening its grasp
Its hold on my life increases
As my time runs out
The only difference is that lately
I've begun to feel like I deserve it
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He calls me his star as we hold each other
I freeze
I am not a star
Not anymore
I am part of the black hole
I destroy everything I touch
One day I will destroy him too
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The decay around me increases every day
I walk through the fields
And leave a trail of death behind me
The flowers he gave me wilt into nothingness
His smiles become weaker
His eyes dull
the longer I am around
The more he suffers
I am a dementor selfishly feeding off our happiest moments
I don’t stop until there is nothing left
Nothing left to take
Nothing left to give
Only harsh words and silent tears under the moonlight
I just wish for one last kiss.
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I have been turned away
Again and again
Thrown out from the light
Maybe it is for the best
There isn’t room for someone like me in the light
I am Regulus Arcturus Black.
I am the perfect son
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I am tainted.
There is no savior for me now
There is no redemption ark that can fix this
There is no escape
My brain screams at me to run
Instead, I raise my arm to my lord
Blackholes are really only good for one thing anyway,
Destruction
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I am the heir to The Nobel House of Black.
I am the Dark Lord’s obedient follower.
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He follows me into the dark
Too consumed in the blackhole to care that he is being torn apart
I reach out to ground him, but my hand slips through his skin
I am left grasping at nothing
the emptiness is familiar yet shocking
He is the darkness now
I have finally lost him
destroyed him
I cannot save him
I never could