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·Return to me Salvation·
Lyrics (Tourniquet) are owned by Evanescence.
Characters (Draco, Ginny, The Dark Lord, etc) are owned by J K Rowling.
Everything else (words, plot, coding) is © by Me ^^
I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more
(So much more…)
I lay dying
And I'm pouring crimson, regret and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?
He was through with trying to convince himself there was nothing he could do. That yes, it wasn’t fair, but it was just life. He was a Malfoy, and nothing could ever change that. Nothing could ever change what came with the family name. The expectation that he was going to become a DeathEater. The Dark Lord’s best right-hand man. There was no say in the matter. As soon as he was 18, BAM. Locked in. No phone a friend, not even the chance to ‘take the walk of shame’. It was join or die…
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
There was no one to save him. Nothing he could believe in, have faith in, to guide him along the right path to salvation.
Draco scowled jealously at the thought of all the Christians who could turn to their God, the Buddhists who lived in peace and harmony, nothing seeming to ever bother them.
Do you remember me
Lost for so long
Will you be on the other side
Or will you forget me
He could never forget her…her long red hair entangled around his fingers and he clinged to her dead body. He hated Mr Weasley then for being such a simpleton, such a Muggle Lover…to make himself such a target, make his family such a target…his beautiful, beautiful daughter a target…
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
He could feel himself become weaker, and he lifted his hand once more up, his veins pulsing and spilling out more blood as he moved, to cut delicately at first, then deeper and deeper, in fascination as he etched a picture into his once flawless stomach.
Return to me salvation
OooooOOoooooOOooo
I want to die…
He broke into heavier tears as he remembered his sweet Ginny stoking his stomach as they lay innocently on the Quidditch Pitch, exchanging their thoughts of what the future would bring.
Fuck being strong. He dug the razor blade in so deep it disappeared into his flesh as he dragged it in deep long strokes through his stomach, forgetting about carving a picture, forgetting about being strong and trying not to cry, trying not to think about his Goddess...
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
His one reason to stay alive for so long…
My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied…?
But now it had been too long…and his Goddess called him to join her in death…
Christ
Tourniquet
My suicide...
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