Shattered Soul
A/N: Wow, I'm honestly sorry for the lack of updates. I actually had inspiration this time, but my word processing program actually disappeared from my desktop. I just found it after extensive searching. (sweatdrop)
Nothing's changed. Still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
I am consciousness.
Pure thought, I have no vessel,
no mind to contain me. I
could race across the world,
race faster than any jet,
any warplane Father made. I am the ultimate machine, I am organic.
Nothing can stop me now.
I am so powerful, pure energy at its finest.
I could enter a room invisibly,
see him again. I could see my love–
the finest torture.
Unable to hold him, kiss him, protect him,
I would merely be a witness as the world acts so harshly upon his delicate body,
his delicate mind.
I shouldn't be thinking.
I should be dead.
Mokuba knows this, what if he's moved on, what if...
And I can't even say it. I am purely rational, a creature made of pure intelligence,
the Supercomputer,
and I feel love.
I scream inside my dead-metal prison, this cell
keeping me trapped,
keeping me alive.
I scream with all my being, all my consciousness, and only another mind can hear.
Only another mind can acknowledge my existence, truly bring me to life.
But will they truly hear?
Or will they only, awakened from sweet slumber,
look around them before laying down again and sending me back to oblivion?
Yep, another Noa chapter. This is the one where I get philosophical... ;)
