Hi everyone! I am back! Well…actually I was back yesterday, but I didn't have time to update. Ra damn the amount of work I place upon myself…oh well, I like fanfic work! Um, this poem is about kisses, but not the type that lovers share, just different sorts…weird coming from Bakura, but I was wondering what he would think about the types I am referring to. GREENDAY! Sorry, Holiday is on Channel V. I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies! This is the dawning of the rest of our lives…on Holiday! Gah, now Almost Here is on…Shadows bleeding through the light, where the love once shined so bright…came without a reason…I will keep singing the lyrics to these songs before I start the actual poem. So, I'll take a break to watch music clips for a while…(takes break) One two step! I like filet mignon and I'm nice and young, best believe I'm number one! Screw the break, I'm going to recite lyrics until it kills me! Oh no! Not Beautiful Soul, anything but that! I hate Jesse McCartney and Beautiful Soul…Bleagh! And number one of the most downloaded clips was Candy Shop! I love that song, go 50 Cent! Anyway, one with the poem, sorry for taking so long!

Disclaimer: I own none of the above mentioned songs or YuGiOh!

One day, over five millennia ago, I was born into this world crying.

My mother took me in her arms and washed the blood that was solidifying

On my body; I was just a baby, and I had so much to learn just then.

And I would cry all night until I got my way, waiting for the time when

I would be a man, but mother never saw that time, neither of us saw the apocalypse,

But before the end came, she had given me the kiss of life with her lips.

One day, five millennia ago, I was a boy who wanted something more.

But the end had come; the apocalypse was here and soldiers broke down the door

They took my mother and they killed her before my innocent eyes.

And my sister was taken as well and they raped her; I cringed at her cries.

Nobody saw me as I ran from Kuru Eruna until I was out of breath.

As death itself came to swallow me; giving me the accursed kiss of death.

One day, years after the apocalypse, I had battled my way through the pain.

But every time I slept I had nightmares coming to haunt me once again

And as I crept through the alleyways and thieved, robbed and stole

I knew a terrifying shadow had consumed the very core of my forsaken soul.

To the villagers I was deadly, and to the Pharaoh I was an interruption.

As anger, greed and jealousy gave me their alluring kiss of corruption.

One day, I was inside the Pharaoh's abode, and I was scheming up a plan

To rob him of his treasures; to get revenge in the best way that I can.

Grabbing his father's grand and old sarcophagus I took it with me as a threat.

Laden with gold; I had chains on my chest and on my feet a golden anklet

But I was caught, chained up once more, and taken to be made to disappear.

That was the first time that terror had given me its hollowing kiss of fear.

One day, when the dark entered my world and I felt so alone and cold

My very soul was captured and I was left inside the terror to grow old.

And in this curse; the Millennium Ring kept me looking youthful

But I was centuries old and then, to me, nothing would ever again seem beautiful.

I was taken into the darkness and left to fend on my own; with only sadness

As the shadows enveloped me and gave me their horrifying kiss of darkness.

One day, millennia after I'd been cast away in the horrid Millennium Ring

There was only one emotion that remained in my head after all else melted to nothing.

Anger raged inside me head, but soon after it became uncontrollable hurt and devastation

And I was caught inside anger for the Pharaoh and despair for my shadowed location.

So over this world I seemed to rule; over the Shadow Realm I cast my fearful reign

And as I was slowly given the swift yet empty kiss of eternity I slowly went insane.

One day, just years ago I was awoken when my item was placed around someone's neck.

It seemed that I could see again, and now I had a host who would follow my call and beck.

The sweet boy with albino locks like I used to have before I was trapped in that cursed insanity

He had chocolate orbs that looked so innocent; while I gained a new-found hate for humanity.

And though I hurt him, and used him and I took over his delicate body almost every dark night

He was always there to support me; for he gave me the dying yet lively kiss of his fading light.

I ended that on an odd note, but I think it went pretty well…Woah, long poem, seven paragraphs…over a page. Not often I get that much work done. Hey, I wrote a one-shot earlier yesterday which is called It's Too Late so can you read it? I really want some reviews for it! Anyway, I would like to thank:

Amme Atena –Even though you only wrote three words, that review really brightened my day! I am so glad you like my work! Thanks for reviewing!

Captainrose –Yes, a very large story indeed! It was the second story I ever wrote and besides; I can come up with lots of stuff about Bakura! I am glad it was very well though out. If you like fics about Bakura, read The Tale of a Thief, also by me. It's a biography of Bakura's life in Ancient Egypt! Thanks for reviewing!

Stormrose Dewleaf –I am glad you liked it! Aw, no more Inuyasha on Cartoon Network? Damn, I wanted to watch it. Oh well. Out of ten, how would you honestly rate it? Inuyasha I mean. It only costs twenty three dollars a season so I could buy it if I wanted to. Thanks for reviewing!

ttSerenity –Well everything is probably science, and if that is true then I hate everything! Yes…sugar suicide would be an amazing way to die…fading away in the clutches of sweet freedom…literally sweet! Thanks for reviewing!

Love Sami.