You see all the beauty in the world
All I see is destruction
Even you cannot change my conscious
I feel more of a monster when compared with you
But when I'm with you
I can see the beauty
Between the hate and impaling
I see it
I see you
And you're all the beauty I need in my world
You're friends fear me, but you do not do you dear landlord
You fail to fear me because you completely understand me and the weakness I have for you
Is it so wrong for me to keep you away from them, away from the world?
Of course not I'm only trying to protect you
I've witnessed firsthand the abomination, depravity and hatred that is this world
You are a creature to innocent to belong somewhere such as this
Which is why I force my presence upon you
Which is why I sent that obstinate gym teacher of yours to the shadow realm
To be savagely ripped apart for all eternity for the injustice he caused you.
All these things I do for you.
You cry – beautiful salty droplets of water- as our souls switch and you see the blood on your hands.
Scrub.
Rub.
Scratching at your skin violently in order to remove the red substance but it's not the blood that bothers you.
It's me beneath your skin pulling insistently.
Don't push me away.
I live to serve you yet you see my presence as a curse
I will change your mind.
Soon - like you are to me - I will be your beauty.
The only thing you see.
The only thing you believe in.
Hush now.
Stop your tears.
Bakura's here.