Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Sad little story poem I made.

Not a single word.

Exchanged that day.

The soft roll of wind.

And prehaps.

The light sound of sobs.

The blood drips black.

And seems.

To destroy more than create.

I have died.

I have sinned.

I have killed.

I have destroyed.
I have hurt.
I have cried.

The sorrow spread.

As an irreversable temptation.

As a horrifying fire.

None, however.

Rejected it solace.

For they cried.

And held no objections.

The stoic face.

Of one many loved.

But once despised.

I was never loved.

I was never held.

I was never smiled to.

I was never happy.

I was never sad.

I was never angry.

I was never good.

I was never bad.

The love he spread.

The warmth he radiated;

All gone.

Nothing but a pale corpse left in his wake.

As his city mourns.

He must be smiling.

He knows he died.

But not in vain.

For the day.

He touched the dirt.

One final time.

He brought something more.

Upon the world.

A man.

All reveared as a wraith.

Had returned.

Flecked in blood.

Torn with tears.

They believed my death.

They believed my smiles.

They believed my warmth.

They believed my obnoxious anterior.

They believed it all.

And never thought what they believed.

Was a lie.

He was believed to be.

An ascended demon.

By some.

A fallen angel.

By others.

Nothing but a good human.

A pure soul.

Only He knew.

He Saw through my smiles.

Saw through my frowns.

Saw through my laughter.

Only He.

The perfect heir of the forgotten clan.

Only He.

The one they all loved.

Only He.

The one I loved.

Sasuke.

Uchiha.

+Owari+

A/N: SasuNaru. Naruto's thoughts on the situation are in italics. Everything else is just... Perspective. He's dead.

Sucks. I know.