This is my first poetic thingy; I did it while vegetating in a furniture store. Don't kill me if it stinks, sucks, is too sad, made you depressed, etc. I don't know whether to make it a fanfic or just a bunch of sad or depressing poems. Whatever. You decide . . . . ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------

SPIRIT AWAY-THE DARKNESS

------Yugi Mutou POV------DREAM SEQUENCE-------

The darkness is surrounding,

I know I should be afraid.

Why am I enjoying this world with out a name?

Someone please save me,

From this world of pain.

But yet, my wounds are healing,

The blood flows away.

I wonder what kind of magic could be so kind to me,

A worthless little mortal,

Who slowly wastes away?

I feel unhappy,

For when I see myself,

So pale and dead,

I start to cry.

For I've never felt this way before,

So needed,

And wanted not to die.

I was taught to always hide,

But the darkness,

It calls my soul from my body.

Can you see?

Who is this person?

Why can't I hide from the feelings inside?

Feelings pierce right through me,

And I don't mind.

I'm happy around here,

With the dark.

How does it know what I feel?

I'm exposed and helpless.

I feel I've been deceived.

And the darkness,

It leaves.

I then see.

I need the darkness to be with me.

Opposites need to be together.

Life is a burden,

It comes and goes.

When it flees you're dead and useless.

Is there a reason for life on earth?

To live, to love, to cry . . . . . .

I know now that I need to be with the darkness,

Together.

Can it see?

I cry out to it,

But it's too late.

I'm unwanted,

So unhappy.

All caused by the only one who tried to help me.

I was too hurt to realize,

That there was a spirit living within me.

Whom would flee if I did not believe.

I cry and shout for the darkness to return.

All in vain.

I felt a pang of sadness in what was left of my broken heart,

It is not as though the emotion is foreign,

But I felt the need to retrieve the spirit.

The spirit would return every once in a while.

But I fear it won't for long.

Eight long years have passed,

Since that faithful day.

I still chase after the darkness,

Though I'm leading myself astray.

The spirit's current whereabouts are still quite unknown.

But I feel the presence of someone watching me,

When I think I'm all alone.

It took a while to discover,

For the answer was quite queer.

It was not someone else with me,

Watching me,

Caring for me.

But it was I,

Watching me. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------

Hope you liked it. I probably will make this into a story, so please read and review!