Ok here's a poem that I made while I was drawing Satoshi. The picture really says what the picture is saying. Well I hope you like it.
Enjoy!
This Curse
Why was I born with this gift,
This curse?
With these white wings I fly,
But in time I die.
So beautiful but deadly
I am reminded by this daily.
With each passing moment;
This monster inside shall remain dormant.
Hw long it will stay this way;
I cannot say.
But I feel it coming
Each time I awake from night to morning.
So for now I can only wait and see
What my future will be.