A/N: I am now in love with ryou bakura/ yami no bakura centered fics! evident by the fact that i am writng my own, ne?
Disclaimer: i do not own yugioh!
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His hair
white as snow
now with crimson rivulets running through.
you can't really tell he's dead.
the blood might give it away,
but nothing more.
I place my lips at his
brush them lightly with my tongue
and taste the sweetness of death
in the form of scarlett rivers
flowing down his face.
Was it I?
no one knows.
no one will ever know.
I discard my blade,
devoid of all blood.
I will disappear,
never to be found.
His death
is only the beginning.