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Jul. 11th, 2003 02:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Two little drabbles.
Void
No purpose.
This is the way war works.
You can't claim that every single death will be useful, will be one of the keys to go on and win, and finally, finally win, because they aren't.
That doesn't come as a shock – come on, he already witnessed another war, he had seen people blowing up just because they were in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Blowing up, or tripping.
Tripping.
And falling.
Trust Sirius to joke even about his own death.
But even looking at it that way doesn't help him to feel less empty, or less angry.
I posted the second one on
hp100 and it turned out a bit.. "angry", it seems.. ^^"
Rage
What. The. Fuck?
Why am I standing here? Why am I standing here, all by myself, bloody hell?
Don't know if I scared the voices, but I know I'm fucking alone!
Nice! Wonderful, indeed! I finally managed to get out of that bloody house, I get to do something useful for the order, and what? Half an hour later I'm dead!
What the fuck.
And now I have to stay behind this damned curtain, not knowing what's going on out there!
I feel like I'm going to explode, and there's no one I can yell to!!
Fuck.
I seem my mother.
Void
No purpose.
This is the way war works.
You can't claim that every single death will be useful, will be one of the keys to go on and win, and finally, finally win, because they aren't.
That doesn't come as a shock – come on, he already witnessed another war, he had seen people blowing up just because they were in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Blowing up, or tripping.
Tripping.
And falling.
Trust Sirius to joke even about his own death.
But even looking at it that way doesn't help him to feel less empty, or less angry.
I posted the second one on
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Rage
What. The. Fuck?
Why am I standing here? Why am I standing here, all by myself, bloody hell?
Don't know if I scared the voices, but I know I'm fucking alone!
Nice! Wonderful, indeed! I finally managed to get out of that bloody house, I get to do something useful for the order, and what? Half an hour later I'm dead!
What the fuck.
And now I have to stay behind this damned curtain, not knowing what's going on out there!
I feel like I'm going to explode, and there's no one I can yell to!!
Fuck.
I seem my mother.