Tom Riddle VII

Tom, your thoughts are clear

at this late hour.

Words that shatter cloudy hope

have been cursed.

We came back here to judge

lone stars,

to find a flame of time

that will warm the night sky.

It's not far from reality,

but today we listen to the whisper

of love we fear

so much.

I'm begging you,

give me your timid, shy heart,

let me wrap it in my breath.

I promise, one sleepless morning

you will wake up with a void

in your soul,

with an abyss that will belong

only to you.

Will you visit my loneliness again?

Will you once again make me

understand the coldness of

your kisses?

I hear your careful footsteps

on the painfully tight skin of

my heart.

I feel the rustle of emptiness

that has stolen

your shadow-loving conscience.

Tom, give me yourself

so that I can understand

the power of darkness.