Hope this poem is not too morbid! Originally, I planned to have this in my other anthology 'Legions Of Darkness', as it definitely applies to Ryou or Bakura, but this could just as easily apply to anyone else.
Eternal Rest
Weary of this world, I lay down my broken head,
To embrace an illusionary realm of daggered dreams.
Maybe it's time to give up my struggle and join the ranks of the dead
My brief interlude is punctuated with my piercing screams.
This endless nightmare is my death, not my life
Why must I live out a superficial lie?
Why we all must suffer is what I cannot contrive
Maybe I should just welcome the end and curl up to die.
But what keeps me from falling off the cliff?
What chains me to the vanilla sky?
That I do not know any longer, but the one that is stronger,
Is the part of me that wishes to fly.
Nothing can erase the scars of my pain,
The agony I have been through must have passed every test
What have I to lose but everything to gain?
The darkness settles as I begin my eternal rest.
Did it work? Do you want to curl up and die? No! Please don't!
Anyway, did youspot my reference to the wonderful but weird film 'Vanilla Sky'?