DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I hope you like this poem. I'm sorry if I make you sad/cry. Enjoy.
How can I clearly explain myself,
When he only sees his beautiful self?
His tan skin is beyond compare,
Unlike my skin's whiteness fair.
His eyes are deep violet hues;
Mine are dark where violence ensues.
How can he be this perfect?
Nothing else in the world is worth it.
Will he ever be mine to hold?
Or will my darkness enfold?
I do not believe I will try,
For he deserves a lullaby.
I only bring death anyway.
He now walks in the lightened way.
I shall not corrupt him ever again.
He sees me as only a friend.
If I waste away in my misery,
He will move on leisurely.
I shall die tonight,
For it is the only thing that will give him flight.
