Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei. Nope. I don't. no way. Nooooooooope. …
-quickly steals Hisoka-
He is mine
Mine… he is my human.
Or more, I belong to him.
He found me in a box in a dark
alley,
and I found him in his own heart.
It was
raining.
I was wet on the outside,
And he was cold on the
inside.
I extended my feelings to him,
Calling him with my
quiet voice;
And he extended his hand to me,
Calling to me
with his sad green eyes.
His house was small,
Like my box
was, only bigger.
But he was lonely,
And willing to share his
tiny box with another.
He was strong,
or so I've
heard.
He is often on the internet,
talking with his so-called
friends,
and they describe him as such.
He is strong,
He
is arrogant,
He is human,
But he is mine.