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𝑩𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 (𝒔𝒏𝒊𝒍𝒚)

(Imagine Dragons bleeding out)

Snape's pov

I'm bleeding out slowly for you. If the last thing that I do is to bring you down, I'll bleed out for you.

I bare my skin and I count my sins, and close my eyes for a moment. I take my razor blade, my salvation, and I cut my skin.

First cut, second, third, tenth.

When the day, the day of my joining to the death eaters, came and I lost my way, the seasons stopped and hid under the ground, at least from my point of view. When the sky is turning grey, I'll reach inside as to find my heart is beating.

But it can stop beating in every moment.

You always tell me to hold on somehow. But the innocence is gone and what was right is wrong.

I count my sins again and close my eyes. I take a razor blade and cut my fine and pale skin. It's so good, it's such a pleasure. And I bleed out for you. Just for you.

When the hour is late, night and the hopelessness is sinking in, and the wolves all cry to fill the night with hollering, when your eyes are red and emptiness is all you know, with the darkness fed, I will be your scarecrow. I'll keep you safe, risking my own life.

Once again I count my sins and take a razor blade to feel the pleasure again. The pleasure of bleeding out. I'm bleeding out for you, Lily. I hope I you'll appreciate it, my lovely Lily.

Your Severus.