Dust

by Taliax

Vanitas's Lingering Spirit can't stand being marooned in the Keyblade Graveyard.

My mask can't keep out

The loneliness that mixes with

That clinging dust in the burning air—

It seeps through the cracks in

My sanity

And fills my lungs

And clogs my throat

Scratching, scratching,

Itching, itching,

Underneath my suit and

Underneath my skin and

Underneath my thoughts that

I've gotta break out of here—

All this dust is caving in

Behind my mask, inside my head

And it hurts, hurts

Worse than the first time I was

Broken—

Slice and slash and stab and wreck

The standing rocks into more choking dust

And it's eating me alive—

There's no water to wash my throat

And the earth and wind fight

And invade every unexposed part

Of what's left of me

And I want to fight back

Fight, fight,

Kill, kill—

I can't kill a dead world

And I can't die

When I'm already past dead

And I don't want to disappear—

I fight the dead earth and empty wind

Even if it's pointless

Because EVERYTHING is pointless

When I'm stuck in this sprawling cage

Of wind and sky and earth

And dust.

A/N: Vanitas's lingering spirit… I don't really have any other comments on this.