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.
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.
