A break from poems about evil!
Sakina: So, Bakura, for the fifty-seventh time, did you steal the cookies from the cookie jar?
Bakura: OK, I killed Ryou, I admit it!
Sakina: What?
Guilty!
What is this feeling creeping over my mind?
Stealing my senses, rendering my soul blind.
I stumble and stagger, clutching my hammering heart,
As I race my head down the lonely boulevard.
I can't shake this feeling, no matter how hard I run.
My palms are sweaty; I'm shaking beneath the weight of the sun.
This unknown emotion, is softly killing me,
With it's knife sharp daggers preventing me from flying free.
Why am I trapped under my mind?
Is it because of my arrogance, or fear of what I might find?
I can't take this anymore; it's tearing me inside out!
You win! I am responsible! I am guilty! I shout.
A new emotion for Bakura, yes, indeed.
Note: This poem was written during a severe case of writer's block, so don't be too harsh, reviewers!