It's surrounding me;
Suffocating,
Strangling,
Taking away my very breath.
Mr. Potter, your son was possessed
Agonizing;
I know no future,
No past --
just Pain.
It drove him insane;
Worse than any curse,
Burning hotter than a thousand fires;
The pain has overtaken me,
It's swallowed me whole.
Eventually, he drowned in it.
I drown in the pain.
It's holding me under,
I can't breathe.
I fight and struggle,
but there is nothing to fight for.
He drowned in his own insanity.
I can tell you this, though:
No one's left;
It's just me.
But still I fight
In anger and fear.
He fought it
With every fiber of his being
Everything is blurring,
I'm losing.
I struggle harder,
feeling the weight pushing me farther.
The end is near,
but still I fight.
It was too strong,
Even for someone like you,
I suspect
You haven't died in vain.
You should be proud, Mr. Potter.