Hello friends, it is I, the king of gays.
Ehe that was a bit dumb. Um so this is a thing. It's sort of about Bakura's life and/or humanity over the years?
So yeah. That. Pardon me if this is really bad (Which it sort of really is ehehe).
Please review!
The dead stars in his eyes and the silk on his lips, heart covered in thick and rusted armor.
Losing everything he had and having to raise himself in the shadows.
His soul was covered in a deep and sickening twilight, and all he could hear was himself.
Cries echoing into the universe above, and his tears fell and disappeared in the galaxies.
Every scream was swallowed by darkness.
All of his pain he could not express without suffering.
So he locked it away, in the ruins of his mind.
Where his cries and tears and screams were kept in a box.
All of his pain collected and locked away where no one could reach.
Accumulating over thousands of years.
But even locking it away had its price.
He lost any sense of his humanity in shards by day,
and what came in it's place was hatred and sin.
Until one day, no part of him remained human.
He was nothing but the spirit of anger and greed, locked in a ring.
Nothing but a hollow soul.