Stalker In The Trash Can

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Let me go a bit poetic this time. Tell me what do you think. Inspired by Headphone Actor by IA, Vocaloid.

This dull and monotone world

Nothing is there but me and meaningless buildings.

Living in this emptiness for my whole life.

Never lonely, nor happy.

Never a smile rose on me.

I dreamed about,

A dreamland full of colors and lifes,

Like such a fantasy exited.

After all this time,

I spend my worthless time

Tapping my screen, and wondered to that beautiful illusion beyond that shining glass.

And I died not only once,

But why now all of this time...?

"Do you want to escape?"

That thing kept saying

That those illusion was true and exit.

Is this really the world I knew...?

Is that dreamland exit...?

Can I go there...?

And that monotone world,

Turned pitch black of nothingness.

No start, nor end.

I ran without stopping.

Following that quite voice to nowhere

Never I do know that voice

But it's sound so nostalgia on my head.

And I trust it on this eternal loop.

It kept calling me...

Wishing me to go back...

Where...?

There's no end of this space.

Nor any place I belong to.

"20 seconds are left..."

Blindly run toward 'the exit',

I almost stepped on that cliff of death

With no way of crossing and surviving it

Scared.

What to do...?

Can't turn back, nor forward.

With such a soft tone,

That voice told me to fly.

"I'll catch you and hold you my dear..."

That voice gone.

I flied to what an impossible to cross abbys.

Without thinking, or willing.

I touch the impossible.

And heard the endless black break into pieces,

Letting the light burn the dark away

That moment,

I feel a long lost warmth

Welcoming me with a big smile.

I survived that dark world.

Landed in a warmth I never forgot

And these hand on my back hold me dear

Softly rub my hair,

Pushing my cold face deeper toward his warm neck,

Giving me a place I belong to,

Give me colors to my life

Filling me with loves.

And soon, that lonely world gone.

Still warping myself on that old scent I never get bored of,

I heard that voice once again, calling me

"You did it. Welcome home..."

Done. Damn it's poetic. Is it bad? Well so sorry if it is. Can you guess what ship I use? Read the rest to know.

I opened my eyes,

Seeing the unknown blur,

And a familiar sound of sob beside me

Made me smile in a while

With that unusual smile he made,

He welcome me with tears,

With that same nostalgia comforting voice

"Welcome back, Kenma"

"Thank you"

#AUKuroKen

IF KENMA AWAKE FROM A LONG COMA SCENARIO.

In short,

Kuroo voice is what made Kenma woke up from his slumber.

I guess a new tag then,

#AU

Based on unusual fantasy and OOC character scenarios.

Thanks for reading my damn poetic chapter and stay tuned!!

#nooffense