Hello again!!! I'm just gonna make this a Yami Bakura-based story full of poems and am gonna erase the Yami Malik poem. However, if by popular demand, I will make a bunch of poems based on Yami Malik.

How does it feel to feel your pain?

How does it feel to know I'm insane?

I know you know your life's a lie.

Don't try to kill me, because you know I can't die.

You're dead, you're gone, that's the end of you,

Because you know that killing's what I do.

The world's pain kills you and makes me stronger.

That's what makes your screams last longer.

I murder you with a scythe this time,

Murder, to me, is not a crime.

Thanks to my weapon, there's nothing left of your kind.

There's still no guilt clouding my mind.

That was fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm high on angst!!!!! Wheeee!!!! Oh, yeah!!! The poem before this was the Night on Bald Mountain one. Till the next poem!!!