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Sunday, December 21, 2003


   Yami Bakura
A really sucky poem I did about this guy at the beginning of the year:



There in your dark soul room,
a fallen angel lies.
Beauty unlike many so,
but a blankness of the eyes.

We wonder of you Black Angel,
What could keep you here?
A spiteful smirk crosses your lips.
"I am the embodiment of fear".

No Dark Angel,
How can this be true?
If you really are what we afear,
What is this light from you?

"What you see," you said calm and serene,
is what I was long ago.
When I still had the chance to be an angel,
When I still had soul to show.

When I could still feel the sand beneath my feet,
Or the warmth of the shining sun.
When I could still feel emotions or even guilt,
For the thieving I had done".

As you speak of things gone past,
It looks like you could cry.
But them you remember that you're heartless,
Ands continue to live this lie.

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