A bit of paint that paints the soul
A drop of black that taints the heart
A lack of hope that maims the mind
A lonely home that brings no start
A feeling of drowning in an ocean so pale
It is everything and nothing, devouring the mind without fail
Eating away and burning off
What is of no more use
Clutching their chest, they try to wake up
Yet they were never asleep
And in their soul- wait, where is it?
It is buried in the ocean, so far and deep
Black turns to white and white turns to red
Swirling around, mocking him so
Terrible, he gasps while reciting his creed
Of which the ocean will never heed
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poetry is not my thing but i tried
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Inktobertale (2021)
Fiksi PenggemarI know I'm late, but I debated a lot about this. Idk, writing a story everyday is kinda scary to me. All of these are separate oneshots that happen in the same multiverse! This will be filled with fluff and angst. I will try my best not to imply any...
