A/N: Major fail of a poem sort of thing about Sasori when he's about to die.
-I do not own Sasori, Deidara or Naruto. All rights belong to Masashi Kishimoto-
Art is eternal…
Or so I thought.
For I lay dying here,
In a lifeless, puppet body.
Will anyone miss me?
No, wait. Will Deidara miss me?
He'd better not blow himself up.
Stupid brat, art is eternal not fleeting.
I hope he will miss me though.
What's this feeling I'm getting?
I feel a pain when I think about Deidara,
I shouldn't be able to feel. I really must be dying.
Do I really like Deidara?
Do I love him?
Oh well. Whatever happened in the past,
It's too late now.
For I am dying.
Good bye world.
Thought no one will miss me.
Good bye Deidara.