Hehehehe. This ain't the full song, but i lost the inspiration for the other part of the song after the first verse. To note:
Sylph of Heart- Timpani
Knight of Hope- Doopliss.
Dimentio looked at the book in his hands. He ignored the distant crunches of footsteps leaving his forest home. He ran his hand over it, over and over. Dang, it was COLD.
I got so sick of being on my own.
Fast forward to several days. Dimentio kept his nose in the book, scanning the page. "..." He took in every letter, as he noticed the shadow wrapping around his arm turned the page.
Now the devil won't leave me alone.
Dimentio smiled a bit, at this shadow. He creased the page, and closed the book. Floating up, he noticed the shadow warmed him. He was very calm.
It's almost like I found a friend.
He watched as the shadow violently swelled around a man in green. It grabbed him as well. The boom was too much to take, at times.
Who's in it for the bitter end.
Dimentio ignored the shadow's garbled screeching at him. He peeked on the other side of the sable walls, at a man called Count. Blumiere as he likes.
Our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos…
His fingers clasped against the wall, his feelings mixing.
I set my expectations high.
They dug deeper when his head suddenly started to pound. The shadow was hissing at him.
So nothing ever comes out right.
Dimentio remembers bright lights, after he tried again. He always tried again. He remembers feeling much weaker than ever before.
So shoot a star on the boulevard tonight.
Dimentio rubbed his coal-black skin under the moonlight. He blew a sigh out his nose, and looked up at the lunar goddesses above.
I think I'll figure it out with a little more time.
The moon was accompanied with a purple glare, eclipsed with a suave violet. Yellow on Purple.
But who needs time...?
Dimentio's heart was beating out of his chest, as Chaos approached him. They had a smile on their face, mimicking his smile. Or was he mimicking them?
Turn off the lights, turn off the lights…
He thinks about things that make him feel calm. Anything other than Chaos themselves, without their bloodluster coming towards him.
Death's a sweet thing.
Turn on the charm for me tonight..
Dimentio, revived by the Sylph of Heart, held his head in his hands. He could still feel the splitting of his neck arteries.
I've got my heavy heart to hold me down.
He felt a pat on the head. A small Knight of Hope made him look up. A Knight that betrayed him. He thought about this for two seconds, then thoughts. 'Brave Knight.'
Once it falls apart my head's in the clouds.
Dimentio stood up, and he noticed he was, too, small. The knight spoke with a lisp, stating he knew the whereabouts of a Quest Bed of Rage.
So I'm taking every chance I got.
Dimentio snatched a knife from the non-tiered Thief of Heart.
Death's a sweet thing.
Like the man I know I'm not.
