Author's Note: Umm.. Another Ryou poem!!! For all of you who wanted to kill Yami Malik, believe me, I wanted to do that, too, when I found out. Thanks all you reviewers for your support. Sorry if this is kinda strange, but my creativity was a bit used up for my other story.

PS: No offense, Yami Malik fans, but I hate Yami Malik =p

Realize. . .

*from the viewpoint of Yami Bakura*

Realize it.

I'm your master.

Your commander.

Do what I say,

Or brace yourself.

*from the viewpoint of Ryou Bakura*

I lay on the floor.

Why, Yami?

Why can't we be like Yugi and his dark?

My sides are aching.

Pair is searing with each breath.

*from the viewpoint of Yami Bakura*

Serves you right.

Remember to obey me.

Or I. . .

Will. . .

*from the viewpoint of Ryou Bakura*

My head throbs.

My Yami kicks me again.

I realize. . .

There may be no hope

Of him changing. . .

Slowly

Wearily

I prepare to serve him again.