Something I wrote for Yami Bakura/Thief King that was inspired by Green Day's "Before the Lobotomy"
Where My Families From
Their voices echoed within the darkness, a whole village singing with one voice. The song flying up into the air and scattering about the dreams of another time, of another place, of another day in life where memories lie in wait. And try as he might, he can't push them back into the dark recesses of his mind. It did not matter how many drinks he had. He can be hammered and their faces would still flash before his eyes, their voices singing still in his mind.
He wishes the rain would wash away all these scattered dreams. Dying meant nothing to him, not when his heart is awashed in misery, in gasoline. The children no longer laugh and he no longer is alive, nothing more but a ghost, trapped within a golden item made from the blood of his village people, and he remembers the songs trapped underground in the ruins of his home.
And he dreams of another place in time where his families from…
And he hears them singing…
Owari