Where did this come from? I'll tell you, I have no idea. But this is my first Yu-Gi-Oh story not centered on Kisara.
Yu-Gi-Oh belongs the the one who thought it up. Certainly not me!
As the blood drips from my scarred, broken hands, I wonder what is this curse.
Sanity is a fleeting thing for me, I hide away from the world.
The mirror that taunts me, the shards embedded in my palms.
The blankness that stays at the edge of my vision, the approaching failing of life.
What did I ever do for this?
Tears that I never release, now spill down my face.
Somehow, I'm not good enough.
I deserve less than this.
The sweet pain right before death.
I know my brother will hate me for this, but never more than I hate myself.
The blackness overwhelmes, and I fall into myself.
A room, filled with mirrors.
Taunting, tainting, telling my story.
All my failures, all my successes.
As they fall apart one by one.
The shards land on the floor, that vanishes away, and they plummet into darkness.
Narrowed cerulean eyes, from a figure in the mirror yet to break, a man with a gold rod.
His mouth that opens silently, saying without words,
"I never thought you could fail so bad."
And I think the same thing.
I'm losing balance here,
Falling down now.
Knowing somehow, I am dead.
Changing to the child I once was.
Who I had to change from too soon.
And everything is black.
As the child falls,
A woman floats up, from the realms of death.
"Now is not your time Little One," she says,
"Wake up again, start anew" As her form changes to a white dragon.
Holding the child gently, she flew away, singing to him, as time flies past, till he may try again.
In a new world, with new people.
Where maybe, he can begin to forgive himself for past failures,
And stand again on his own.
And Kisara still shows up somehow. If you got this far, could you tell me how I did?
Please?