AN: Hmm, short poem in Malik/Marik's POV. I've actually been workin on this for like... a couple of months now, and only finished it on prodding from a friend. Malik's head is hard to get into... I may do one from Ishtar's POV, but I'm not sure ^^
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: Marik, sexy as he is, is not mine, dammit... >.>
Posted: Sept. 16, 2003


Late Night Thoughts

Skin the colour of spun gold.
Hair the colour of sand.
Eyes the colour of wine.
I'm told I have these things,
And even when I was younger
I would be called 'handsome'
And told I would make a 'good catch' when I grew up...
And yet I am alone,
No one to stand by my side.
Lately I've heard people
Using 'insane' to describe me,
But I'm not the one who's insane.
The other me inside of me
Is the one who is crazy;
The one who disposes of others
When he runs out of things for them to do,
When he no longer has a purpose for them
And they become a nuisance and a liability.
No matter how much I object,
He still continues with his ways...
Sometimes I wonder if I will be next
But then I remember that
He needs me more than I need him...
Or does he?
Even though he uses my body
Something tells me he could easily
'Transport' himself to another – more suitable – host.
But another part of me
Believes that I am the only thing keeping him
From truly going mad:
Even though he's more than crazy,
He still has control over his thoughts and actions...
Sometimes I think people like that are more dangerous
Since they still have the ability
To foresee the chaos and destruction
Their action will cause
And yet that only makes them
Want to do it more;
To make others suffer...
I think to him, it is a form of revenge,
But true revenge
Can only take place when
It is against those who committed
The wrong in the first place...
So in a sense...
I think I pity him more than I fear him
And what he can and could do...
Perhaps, there could be
An understanding
Between us after all...