A/N: My first attempt at poetry. Yes, yes, I'm the queen of cliches and cliche stories, but hey, everyone likes the classic plots don't they?
This is in Ryou's POV, and it's pretty angsty. Rated for mentions of abuse, and just to be safe.

Disclaimer: I do not own yugioh.

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I'm dying.

He doesn't see,
that he's killing me;
with every blow,
with every beating,
with every word of malice
that he whispers into my ear,
he brings me evercloser,
to the brink of death.

I'm dying.

But he can't kill me;
for that last hit would be
condemning himself too;
for one cannot exist
without the other.
Light and Dark;
but the light is enveloped
by the darkness.........
and then it is no more.

I'm dying.

Slowly, painfully, calmly.
Although my insides scream,
I do not make a sound.
My eyes are dry, no longer teary,
for they have no more tears left to weep.
I bleed, adding more crimson
ro the red-stained day.
If blood were a thing that stopped,
like tears,
I probably wouldn't even bleed anymore.
He gets joy out of my pain,
and I pain from his joy.

I'm dying.

I don't know how much more I can last,
like this; with pain and sorrow, and suffering.
I'll go on as long as I can,
so he can take joy in all my suffering,
even though,
I know he suffers too, everyday.
I live, so he too can breath a simple
breath of life,
even if that same breath chokes us.

I'm dying.

There's nothing I can do.
I'm falling, and no one will catch me.
I'm collapsing, but there's no ground to even fall on.
I'm dying but no one sees;
or maybe no one wants to.

I'm dying,
help me.

I'm dying.

I'm dying..........
and now...........

I'm gone.

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A/N: *sniff* I never thought I'd even try poetry, but I like it. (I think I'm in love with commas, but please don't ask)
Please, R+R, and don't hesitate to tell me if I stink; it doesn't necessarily mean I'll stop trying poetry, but I'll at least try to improve.