(A little poem I came up with to describe how I think it would feel like for Yami to be in the Millennium Puzzle for 5000 years)
So cold, so lonely.
All I hear is silence of darkness.
All the rooms, all the doors.
Nobody else, not a single soul is here.
Only I, the single soul, trapped. Trapped inside this empty void.
Forced to be inside this, abyss, forever.
I am not dead, yet I am not alive, nor will I ever be. I brought this upon myself.
No wind, no rain, no sun. All is blocked by the walls of this eternal darkness.
I have forgotten the faces and names, of all the people. Only their screams remain and travel with me.
A burden of the past will soon be forgotten and with it my sanity.
So thirsty, so hungry. Yet the more I try to stop this torture, the worse it gets. I am cursed.
People used to fear me, I was strong. But now the people have forgotten me and my face, and with that have forgotten my name.
I don't care what it takes, another 1000 years. I will get out of this. I will be strong.
But for now I will stay, and wait.
Wait, for the soul of another human to help me.
Help me to remember my face. My name.
So tired, so lonely.
Help.
Just a poem I thought of when I was really bored. Bye!