Don't argue with the voices in your head–
There's just no point. I used to lie awake,
Insomniac, remembering the dead;
My past returns at night, but with daybreak
The sunlight makes my terrors more mundane–
Its rays obscure, darkness illuminates.
But what's to hide? I know I am insane.
The ghosts have told me so. And yet, my fate
Could be much worse. Reality's a bore,
Saneness a shackle. Madness sets me free.
Death, unrequited love, I just ignore–
Why suffer from the sad reality?
As the night fades, the ghosts will go away
Pursued by bloody dawn. There is no day.
Escaping Azkaban by Legilimency
Chapter Notes: I do not own Bellatrix Lestrange, thank goodness, or any other character in Harry Potter.