(Bakura's POV)
Shattered Glass
They have called me evil
They have told me that I am despicable
But what do they call themselves?
What do they call what they once did to an innocent boy,
so many years ago, on a dark and dreadful night?
What do they call what they did to those people whose
screams still echo in my head?
Every time I close my eyes, I can see it all again.
I can hear them.
I can feel the heat of the fires,
I can smell the acrid scent of human bodies boiling,
I can taste the salty tears that flowed from my eyes,
I can feel the thick air, heavy with unspeakable horror.
They call me a thief, but what about what they stole from me?
They stole my innocence, my home, my family, everything I had
ever cared about.
They stole the smile that once lit up that little boy's face
They stole the eagerness and hope that once filled his eyes.
No piece of gold or jewel, no splendid fabric or ornamental item
I steal from them can ever come close to what they stole from me.
Every painful memory is a dagger, inflicting another fresh wound on my soul
And I hate them, I hate their complacent frowns, I hate their rhetoric, their propaganda,
lies all of it is, lies that disgust me. Lies that bury the truth, and I know that justice is lost
in this cruel hell of a world. Even the gods are blind.
The night is falling now, darkness.
I like the night, it's not mockingly painful like the day,
when the cruel sun dares to shine.
When those fools go about their meaningless, moronic lives
never thinking about how pointless it all is.
I no longer belong to that world, and now that I think of it,
I don't think I ever did.
But in the end, they shall know my name...
history shall reverberate with its echoes.
And in the end, that will be my final revenge,
when their cities drown in blood,
when a thief brings a mighty kingdom to its knees...
when they beg for my mercy, just like one little boy pleaded so long ago,
when they weep in sorrow just like that boy wept and no one heard.
Then finally, that child whose world was cruelly shattered like glass so many years ago,
will have the last laugh that will resound eternally in the unforgiving night.