Shattered Soul

A/N: Oi... Sorry for the hiatus. I had midterms, projects, and a bunch of fanfictions to type up (most of them aren't even done... argh). Oh, I finally went to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show in a theater, and it rocked. I just had to tell everyone because I'm so happy about that, and it was so fun.

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, I'd have enough money to buy the uncut DVDs... But I wouldn't need to... Argh.


faster than the speed of light,

he comes to me.

Noa. he's

my shining light, my beacon in the darkness

sitting next to me in bed.

but light

light can't feel

can't touch

can't live.

shining tears stream down golden cheeks and

I need so badly to wipe them away, kiss them away, comfort this

this ghost...

this undead ghost of light and thought.

I cry too.

if Seto sees this he'll believe

he must believe, with his analytical mind. must.

upon wheeling into the elevator and

down

I realize that, stuck in his own hell

he can't see me or mine.

if I could walk, I'd run to hug him

but I can't

so I sit here unseen, unthought of (I believe).

is a person dead when no one sees them?

is a ghost only

a living person, beginning to be ignored?

Seto sees only this

metal prison of the chair

this broken machine that I am, and so

am I already dead to him?

leave now and go far. save yourself...

save your mind. his insanity reaches to you, touching you,

polluting you.

searching for his innocence, he will only destroy yours

while he tries to save you.


Believe it or not, I actually was inspired for this at around 1:00 AM, which led to me sleepwalking into the kitchen and sitting down at the computer. I woke up, didn't see the time, thought it was 6:00 AM, promptly began to write fanfiction, and realized twenty minutes later that it was way too early to be awake. That was really annoying, but definitely amusing.