Aftermath Of The MassacreScarlet skies that match red eyes,Bloodshed, their tragic deaths.Memories you cant forget.No, you can never forget.A thousand tears then the well goes dry.The heart shrivels and then it dies.Memories that cause such deep distressAre impossible to forget.Finding redemption, avenging demise.Bloodshed, their tragic deaths
5 years past and still the redsAre redder now than ever.When scarlet eyes match scarlet eyesWill all thats lost be worth?Will scarlet eyes diffuse the liesYouve told to fool yourself?
Untitled Death Note StoryThe clock reaches 3 and I still cant sleep. I cant get that boy out of my head
.I think its almost an obsession. The way he talks
everything about him just fascinates me.I give up trying to sleep, and shut off the alarm indefinitely. No reason to keep it on. I look out the window at the house besides mine and look closely at his darkened window. Seeing nothing amiss, I close the curtains and sit down at my desk.Ordinarily, my room is a cluttered mess with dirty clothes, candy wrappers, and various papers scattered on the floors
but today I finally cleaned it. Well, most of it. There was still a pile of homework assignments I had to complete and around four to six camerass just lying around
begging to be used to capture a winning smile and great hair. His.Yagami Light was
or rather is the son of the police chief
Hes also my next-door neighbor. I cant say Im in love with him. Im not. Yet there
Death Note: The Assassin~Chapter One~Looking down onto the streets below me, at the people who resembled ants and the endless stream of car lights, I was enthralled. The gun in my hands fell to the ground as I gazed in awe at my surroundings. It all felt so surreal to me; almost unnatural. In my heart of hearts, I heard myself wishing that single, solitary moment could go on forever.My target: a boy of eighteen with short auburn hair enters my line of sight. I sighed, already annoyed by the turn of events, and as he was nearly engulfed by the croud surrounding him, causing me to lose his location for a second.Pulling out my binocculars (black, like everything else I own), I looked closely at the face of my next victim. Yagami Light, A.K.A, Kira. His appearance supprised me. I was expecting Kira to be much older... and possibly more formidable than he. Still... despite our distance, I could tell he had a very handsome face.Mentally I slapped myself. Honestly... A criminal no matter how handsome, was still
The Night The Love DiedA horrifying sight, a morbid frightAnd Innocence disappearsSilence in a noisy city,Broken when you reappear.You could say Im still breathing, which Im doing.You could say Im alive but Im not.You can say its a miracle Im still standing.Its a shame that the whole world forgot.In a way, I died then,If only in my shattered soul.Since that day, my hearts been pounding,Its beatings like a deathly toll.You could say Im still weak, yet Im stronger.You could say just another lie.You can call me your foolish Otouto.Its a shame that youll have to die.