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Chapter 3: The Silence and Lies; a c!Ranboo Poem

Notes:

Warnings for this poem: Slight derealization/implied derealization. Honestly I'm not certain if it applies, but since this is based on the panic room scenes in the Dream SMP I figured it'd be safe to put it anyway just in case.

Chapter Text

I’m here.

Am I here with someone?

Am I here alone?

I’m here alone.

 

Just me and my thoughts.

In the quiet I can think.

Sort the bad from the good.

Find the answers I seek through the clarity of silence.

 

The words bounce off the walls

Cold and dark.

Yet there is a slight comfort when I am here within them

 

My voice in my mind speaks what I know.

The facts are laid out.

The lies seep in.

Who’s voice am I hearing?

 

One not my own.

It sounds familiar, yet so distant.

 

He’s speaking to me 

Feeding me lies

The things he names are things I’d rather not claim 

It’s not true.

 

It’s the truth.

Is it the truth?

Might he be right?

His voice sounds so calm, no way can he be wrong.

 

But something chimes in

Trust not in him.

My voice screams

Or maybe it cries

I do not know what’s true and what’s lies.

 

His voice fades out.

Now it’s just my own.

At least that’s what I wish to believe.

 

Now here in the silence I sit alone.

Scared by the quiet and the unknown.