Split personalities
Ryou sitting in his room doing homework.
Silently praying to himself that his darker half wouldn't surface.
Hearing laughter in his head like a war cry on a battlefield.
Hearing the other personality speaking in his head.
Insulting him in the far crypts of his mind.
Ryou's pale face is full of innocence and fear.
Fear of the other half called Bakura. The clock ticks.
One, two, three.
Then the look of innocence and fear disappears from his face.
A look of menacing evil appears.
His skin is as white as snow in the moonlight.
His pale hand inches towards a knife.
As he slices a small cut on his wrist his blood flows.
Down his hand like rivers.
Slowly a smile more evil than the devil himself crept over his features.
The floor stained with wet crimson.
His voice menacing cackles as the rivers stay ever flowing.
His features change and he is once again Ryou.
As he falls to the floor covered in crimson he thinks one last thought
before unconsciousness.
"Is this the end?"
Ryou sitting in his room doing homework.
Silently praying to himself that his darker half wouldn't surface.
Hearing laughter in his head like a war cry on a battlefield.
Hearing the other personality speaking in his head.
Insulting him in the far crypts of his mind.
Ryou's pale face is full of innocence and fear.
Fear of the other half called Bakura. The clock ticks.
One, two, three.
Then the look of innocence and fear disappears from his face.
A look of menacing evil appears.
His skin is as white as snow in the moonlight.
His pale hand inches towards a knife.
As he slices a small cut on his wrist his blood flows.
Down his hand like rivers.
Slowly a smile more evil than the devil himself crept over his features.
The floor stained with wet crimson.
His voice menacing cackles as the rivers stay ever flowing.
His features change and he is once again Ryou.
As he falls to the floor covered in crimson he thinks one last thought
before unconsciousness.
"Is this the end?"