This is dedicated to my bestest friend Smokey.

Give me life

I was late coming home from school.Usually the only thing that happens is me getting locked in the basement.I have a secret though.No one knows my secret but me and Raven.Who's Raven you ask?That is also my secret.

My love went down to the mountain

to find some water to drink

I guess my love found something better

she ran away with a fink

Bakura not only threatens me to be locked in the basement,but now he isn't going to feed me.Oh well,he just mentioned a while ago that I should lose some weight.Quote,"Ryou,your getting so fat!Lose some weight or I'll make you lose it."Ha!I only weigh one hundred five pounds.Raven says that I'm beautiful just the way I am.

So I got down on my knees and began to pray

When God will help me

He will bless me with a woman

that won't run away with a fink

Hello,are you there God?

So here I am.Locked in the cold.Dark.Did I mention cold?Basement.Oh yeah,Raven said she will talk to Bakura for me.I told her not to try.Yum...this blood is good.Yum yum yum.What blood you ask?I will tell you.The blood on my hand.Lick lick lick.Yum yum yum.Oh gross you say?No,it isn't that gross.You should try it some time.You know why?Because I was only joking.It's jello.

The blood running down my face

will be gone without a trace

Just excuse me please

I have a bit of business to attend to

with the man upstairs

What is that I hear?The doorbell it is.If it's another girl scout,then I pity her.No,actually I don't.Haha.I'm laughing at her.Raven says that I am changing.Am I?Of course not!Just kidding.Im lying.I always lie,ever since Mama left.Hmm...tommorrow would be the anniversury of her death.Good for mama for not being here.If she were,she wouldn't be.Slowly...surely...I am wasting away.....

Suicide Poem, A Sonnet

Was I bewitched so by the thin red line

To notice not that time released its hold

And let pale Iris snip the silver twine

To steal sweet youth before it turned to gold.

Existence now is not what I was told;

No seraphim and harps to grace my ear,

Just silence, painful silence, and the cold

Discomfort of my masochistic fear,

So icy cold, yet somehow seems to sear

My soul until the ache's too much to bare,

As mortal life mirages now appear:

Intangible are they; away they tear.

Mistake, it was; the curtain fell too soon

When razor's edge did charm me like the moon.


Reviews please!Ok,here it goes.

DISCLAMER:I DON'T OWN YUGIOH.IF I DID,YOU ALL WOULD BE BOWING TO MY MIGHTYNESS.HA.YOU FELL FOR IT.JUST KIDDING.WHOEVER DOES OWN YUGIOH HAS A BIG BIG BIG BRAIN.JUST LIKE ME.I JUST DON'T USE IT AS MUCH.NO,I AM NOT STUPID.I DO NOT OWN SUICIDE POEM,A SONNET.WHOEVER DOES,ALSO HAS A VERY LARGE BRAIN.I BOW TO THEM AND NOT YOU.YOU ARE ONLY THE READER,AND NOTHING MORE.

Bobo:But Gab,most of them can write better stories than you-

SHUTUP BOBO.

Bobo:sigh