I
Back against the crying stone
Sat a man, with his lonesome alone
Not a light, nor a life
Eyes that no longer fluttered.
There he was, trapped
All of eternity, weeping for
Not a soul in sight to see his misery
Just doing unjust.
And he reached, towards the fire
Still a wall, no difference
But it sweltered, it changed
Or did it not, he no longer knew.
II
There once was a flame, of color
It scorched and blossomed and grew
Then doused with ruin it was
Raining, hard.
Still he needed to be strong!
Show them that he's their judge
Unreachable, untouchable
So much distance.
He painted a face of glee
Show enemies of his triumph
In the end, his blood flowed red
In the end, his tears fell quietly.
III
He sought a return of trajectory
But to them, he did all wrong
So that flame burned all the way through
A match without an end.
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The Art of Grief: Dream Angst Oneshots
FanfictionBasically a bunch of oneshots on Dream/DSMP angst in general. Some ships and other stuff here and there too, so if you're interested, give it a read! I might not update this as often, but I'll post something every once in a while. If you're more in...
