Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. I do not own Malik. I do not own this website.
What I do own, is this poem. This idea. I own. Not FUNimation Studios, Not Mr.Takahashi. Not the little boy next door. Me.
This was posted for BloodyxStaples. I didn't think I was going to. But I did. So, here ya go, love.
Cold and broken..
Simply shadows on the wall..
You never saw him..
As he began to fall..
Words written on the ceiling..
Red blood sticking like gel..
Hate that hides behind a mask..
A mask of a thousand lies..
A smile,
A laugh,
So you never see him cry.
A mask done tight,
Nothing revealed..
Laces tied..
Reflecting in lavender eyes..
Eerie red moon..
Like the sticky substance that fell..
When that wound was made..
At the final bell.