My morbid Angel (Part 1)

Every one has an angel,
Who watches from above,
To make them feel safe,
And always feel loved,
But my angel is different,
He lives amongst fire,
And smells of grim stone,
Fills me with sinful desire,
He has flowing white hair,
And yellow piercing eyes,
With a flicker of crimson,
That blazes then dies,
His touch is like ice,
That runs chills up your spine,
With just one glance,
He can corrupt your mind,
He wears black robes,
All ripped and torn,
He makes people suffer,
Takes delight when they mourn...

Yuuuush! FINALLY! The long awaited fullcolored pic of my Angel of Death Bakura with his hood on! -has been pushing self to draw this for awhile now-
I gotta say im very proud of how well he turned out, especially the blood effects on his wing, scythe, and cloak.
I left out his mouth and nose cause they didnt look right, plus he looked more menacing this way kekekeke >3
Anyways; View, comment, and enjoy! Or Bakura will eat your soullll! >=D