I had to write a morbid poem for my English class. I don't know about you, but it kinda reminds me of Bakura being haunted by Yami Bakura. See what you think.


Homework

My pen scratched along the paper,
the ink glittering in the dim light of the desk lamp.
Look at me the voice screamed. I continued writing.

School tomorrow. I had to get
this done. The heavy glare burned down
on me like a flame, the heat causing
me to sweat uncontrollably.

I dotted a full stop on the paper.
Look me in the eye it said. Tell me you're not
afraid. My shirt was soaked with sweat,
my moist hand smudging the ink on the page.
The lamp started to flicker.

See how you like this the voice screeched. My head
was throbbing now. Suddenly a sharp
pain in my back. Four fingernails ripped
through my shirt, slicing into my flesh.
I felt my blood squirt out,
stinging at its own wound.

The light popped out. The room was plunged into
darkness. He ripped his fingernails out of my flesh,
tearing my shirt.
My jaw clenched with pain. He was pleased.
I could tell.
Stupid faulty wiring, I said.
I fetched a torch out of my desk drawer.

He kneeled down next to me. I could
feel his stare. I struck a word out on my paper.
Never was very good at spelling.
He leaned towards me quickly, and
pressed his lips up against mine.
He jolted away from me, rubbing his mouth
as if it burnt.
I lined a "t".

He got up, stomping away.
Like a child who didn't want to play.
I don't like being ignored, he said.
I'm going to find someone else instead.
I put the lid on the pen. Finished. Done.
That'll please my teacher.
Leaning back in my chair, I closed my eyes.
Knife in hand, I touched his shoulder.


Well there we go. I had to put like hidden messages in like a professional poet, if that makes any sense. Just read between the lines.