~

The golden sun each blue-sky morning

Life and prospect, love and all

I sense in you each separate dawning

Within your heart, your life is roaring

Relinquished though, within these walls

I'll see you leave this place no more

~

Each ghostly, silver, joyful thought

Each true friend you've ever had

Remember all that you've been taught

And all that good-fortune has wrought

Abandon them; here, good is bad

Happiness'll only make you sad

~

Leaking, drained, and slowly giving

They said life was good? They lied!

I sense your mind, mem'ries leaving

Your soul, gone, no longer living

Not one can save you; no one tried!

You're here though you've already died

~

AN: I doubt anybody would read this. No one cares about the Dementors, or Voldemort, for that matter. Well, this is my second HP piece. Like?