Sod: I know it's been forever since I did squat but I am in the thinking process of a YamixYuugi that I hope all Puzzleshipping lovers will enjoy. So until then here's a poem to tied you over.
DISCLAMER: Shrooms-of-doom does not own Yu-gi-oh in any way..so you scary lawyers can go away now…
Notes:
This poem was one a wrote a while back and just now finished after my creativity was rekindled because I got very upset after reading one of "yugiexyamihawt111"' stories. As many of you may know yugiexyamihawt111 is actually a guy and is making fun of Homosexuality and it made me very upset (I am a Bi female and proud of it).
So this is just a random poem, it can be about any character you want. This is just a poem to let off steam until my other story hits paper. Please enjoy it anyway.
My living room funeralThe room lights up.
And burns my skin.
My blood once clotted.
Now dark and thin.
I search throughout.
My scattered mind.
My Temples Throbbing.
My eyes are blind.
Spine-chilling presence.
Imaginations rotting corpse.
My irises decline.
My sanity warped.
Tears spill out.
Though shut eyes.
My throat closes up.
My flesh only for flies.
Why did you leave me?
When I needed you the most?
You leave me alone.
When haunted by your ghost.
Another hit….
Another bruise…..
Hidden beneath my baggy clothes.
All I do is lose.
KILL ME NOW!
It really hates me.
Especially when its drunk.
Point that gun to my head, and see.
That bullet shoots though my skull.
Wracks though my soul, when I saw,
Red clouds in my vision.
A smile on my face as I fall.
The cops arrive but it's to late.
My mother cries as the men explain.
Taken by the hands of fate.
How that bullet shook my frame.
Dad, you weren't there, you weren't there.
To save me from my death,
Or even see my funeral.
Destroying yourself with Meth,
Daddy you weren't there to see my Living room funeral.
Sod: like it? Review and leave a comment of advice!!