Summary: this is a story about Ryou having to write a poem on his life and it was inspired by Bakura.

I sat on my bed doodling on the piece of paper my homework was suppose to be on. I hadn't had the best of days but it wasn't so bad, I came home to find the apartment clean. I guess that's better then it being on fire. I sighed and lay down. I couldn't think at all. I wish I knew what my poem was going to be about. I was assigned to right a poem about my life, and I really didn't want to. I jumped as Bakura stumbled in drunk off his ass, again. It was the 4 time this week. He spoke in a slurred voice every night, walked in a drunken stupor type fashion. I watched him plop onto his bed and go to sleep. I sighed and looked at him. Then a though came to my. I turned around and tore off my doodle paper and started writing.

Nightmare By: Ryou Bakura

Open the door and look into the black abyss
See nothing
A shining glow disturbs the dark,
and angers it.
The darkness grows two glowing red spots,
they are a red color.
It shows the sharpness of it's teeth.
It flies towards you and envelopes your body,
with a single swallow.
You snap your eyes open,
as you sit upon your bed.
Your shaking from head to toe,
drenched in sweat.
"It was all just a dream." you sigh laying your head back
onto your pillow,
You close your eyes falling back to sleep,
you never noticed that next to you lay,
the demon of nightmares controlling your dreams,
Mercilessly.

I looked at it proudly and smiled. I looked over to my sleeping dark. I packed away my things and turned out the light going to bed myself.

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