VANITAS ― Poetry

viii.

you want power

so I give you power

my body is the canvas for all your shades of red

my mind, the battlefield experience

in which you can wage all your wars

wars with which you will devastate the world

wars that graze my skin

with kisses that leave scars

you want control

so I give in to yours

I let you crucio my body

and imperio my mind

do it, and the next time, do it harder,

and greater, and for longer still.

they're yours. they're both yours.

all there's left that's mine

is my heart

withering, blooming

waiting–

for the third unforgivable curse.

you want death

so I let you embrace me in your caging arms

and snatch out your wand

I let you open your mouth to dictate my fate

but before you can

I lean into you and mumble sweet nothings into your ear

the two softest words you've ever heard,

the two first words you've ever spoken

avada kedavra

you wanted death

and now you have it.

dead once. dead always.

my heart is still beating

but it's no longer alive.

the most unforgivable curse is to love

even after you die.

I bring life to the afterlife.

the stairs to enter heaven are empty

the line to enter hell long and endless.

before you can choose the former, 

I drag you to the latter.

now that we're under the world

you could tell me what it feels like to die

if it is as tragic as never having been alive.

Charon doesn't want to take us in his boat,

he says our souls are too heavy to carry

and we can't fall on the river Styx for we already poisoned it

with blood that one day will inevitably turn to mud–

tom, you become what you hate the most.

you can never wash the mud away from your blood

and it has nothing to do with birth