dead weight. sirius black.

two.

malevolent are the loveless' charmed words.

they spoke nothing of my existence,
even though i'm their very own flesh and blood.

minor inconveniences. the earth is gray. rotting from their stance on the green grasses. the dead rise from the ground and beckon to their call. the gods thunder down and obey their every word. even though i am the spite keeping them together—even though their plan to throw me into the reigns of the dark lord is pursuing, when you ask me if im okay i say

of course.

i want you to save me
like you promised you would
but im scared, because you already escaped this,
why would i drag you back in?

i go to tell you but you've already turned your head.