Post by silvus on Jun 22, 2008 18:34:57 GMT -5
Dark clouds outside and in, they circle around your window. They look deep into your soul, all the mistakes and regrets amplified through their own black heart. A faceless mask you can never read but when you look deep enough all you can see are the worst parts of yourself you'd wish to forget about. The stone and brick and bars keep you inside, out of the rain and lightning and the deep waters below. It's almost a blessing if it wasn't such a curse to be inside Azkiban. You didn't get in by just an inch, you'd need a yardstick to measure the length of your crimes and mine measures a mile long, and just starting. You try to hold onto your sanity day by day, inch by inch and breath by breath, but the closer you hold it, the further they pull it. It's a tug-of-war that you can never win but you fight it with your very own dark soul. They all hate you on the outside, all curse your name and blame you for everything bad they've ever done in the name of all thats good. But you can't hear them over the screams in the cells below, next and above you. You are too busy trying to keep sane in a world of chaos, a prison built for those who's version of the "way" is not the popular one. Sitting in this cell it's better to be hated for who you are than loved for the fake person they wanna see. They all say hello as they pass your cell and you try your best to not snap their head off, because you know for all the smiles they give you, they want you away from this world. Thats when you decide that the best revenge is to live and to remind them that you are still here and not going anywhere. Deliciously evil some call you, but you know being a Death Eater is more than just that. It's being able to keep your head in the game when all around you people are going out of their way to hurt you. Azkiban may not look pretty, but it's secrets are beautiful. To lose ones mind in a world of insanity just makes you sane again.
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