Hello! Well, if you are staring at these letters, you are reading the next chapter of Thoughts from a Lost Soul! Go you! (Chokes) Gah, never drink cola when you are on the computer, it tries to kill you by choking you and going down the wrong rube in your throat! Well, there hasn't been much inspiration for this fic... wait, hang on, incoming! Yes, I have inspiration now! Thank Ra for speedy ideas in the nick of time! Anyway, enough randomness, read on my pretties, read on!

Disclaimer: I own YuGiOh, but I apparently have Ryou's issues according to a quiz I took, so I am in denial and don't think I own YuGiOh. Yep, don't own it at all…What are you looking at!

The silence inside my hollow void is solidifying rapidly so I can't breathe.

I attempt to make sense of this pathetic way of living, but I have nothing as to relieve.

How can a spirit release all his emotions when they are locked away inside?

And he believes that happiness and sadness are things that should eternally hide…

You see, I have had no one to talk to in millennia, stranded in my soul room.

And with every step I take, I come desperately closer to my doom…

Centre piece inside this Ring of loneliness and shallow illusions,

I am left to be weak and pitiful, and alone with my terrifying conclusions.

That life would be better than this death I am living, but I had never thought that way before.

I guess being by myself for so amazingly long has come closer to opening that door.

But the truth is that I remain silent when I could tell my Hikari and his friends of my pain.

But that is something I will never ever do, so that at least my shred of dignity does remain.

Ra, being kept in eternal, unfaltering darkness and shadows is fear itself that holds me still.

And I long desperately to break the silence, for it is the horrifying silence I must kill.

Elaborate mazes are everywhere in my life, physically, mentally, spiritually and emotionally.

Bringing me down to my knees as there's no one to ask for guidance and I became wary.

Nearly going mad in that item I was cast into, I grew evil in my silence, and the silence took me on.

It was so unbearably complicated to even imagine that I could remain strong.

Simplifying this maze is impossible with nobody ever there to help me.

But that is my own fault I guess, for being so cold, evil and for laughing maniacally.

When they would fall, I wanted to be the reason that they fell so far and fast.

And as I laughed at them, I reminisced upon my hollow, dangerous past.

I never had friends either, there, because the Great Thief King doesn't show his emotion.

But if I had have I would have been devoid of this hard death, and free of this commotion.

Just a cry upon someone's shoulder would keep me going for an entire lifetime.

But it seems too late, for I can only express my emotions in the next line.

I hated my life; I hate this death, the murders I caused, and the families I ensued chaos upon.

So now I leave and cry for the past and the present, because my last emotion is gone.

It was kind of a short poem, but I only did it in fifteen minutes, which is pretty good! Thanks:

ttSerenity –I hate reality checks. Some of them are so harsh. Like when my friend said YuGiOh wasn't real and I burst into tears for some odd reason. Well, being in denial about that helped too, I suppose. Trust me; you don't want to be empty. Do you want to not be able to smile without knowing it is a fake smile, an illusion? Do you want to never feel happiness or enjoyment? That all laughter emerging from you is hollow? It is like an eternal depression that never falters. Thanks for the review, um… astronomy?

Stormrose Dewleaf –Yep, you definitely helped! I am so glad you liked those lines; they are the ones that reflect me the most! I wrote those lyrics specifically to apply to both me and Bakura! If the YuGiOh crew are real, than that would be awesome, I would be euphoric at that, but I don't want to have faith in something only to get crushed, so half of me believes, half of me doesn't want to even hope for fear of being crushed. Kind of like my status on religion… My OC's don't represent different sides of me, they are merely people I pretend to be to escape this world, and mostly I use Sami Yamashima, but sometimes I use my other one. I like Aurora best out of your alter egos, even though she is a bit rash. Thanks for reviewing, you rock!

Dark Magician Girl Hikaru –I am so happy you liked so many lines! They were meant to be menacing and yet sad too. It was kind of inspired by a book I re-read two nights ago, called 'Interview with a Vampire' (don't own that!) which is one of my fave books! Yep, I was being myself; I can be myself of fanfiction and not get laughed at because there are much weirder people than me on this site, believe me! Of course I consider you a friend! I don't consider every reviewer a friend of course, only if they have stuck with my fics for long enough, and you have done that! Thanks for reviewing, hope you liked the chapter!

Love Sami.