The Deathnote

His hands are free of his restraints,
His heart and brain are what they taint,
His mind is free to explore everywhere,
Shh, he shouldn't go in there.
His heart is free to lust and long,
His despair will be life long.
And so he writes his death note,
With bitter love so sweet,
His mind scatters over what he wrote,
So vague but so lovely.
And so he writes his death note,
With a pen and little ink,
He longs to keep his thoughts afloat,
But he's sinking into madness.
Slowly he reaches for the blade,
His thoughts racing, they start to fade
Into the blackness of the mind,
His soul he's searching for, the light cannot find.
He falls to his death.
There's nothing left.
He falls to his death of crimson betrayal,
He falls to his death, with his lover's portrayal.