They are like puppets in a show.
Although I'm pretty sure you know.
As they prance around,
And dance around trying to please you,
As you sing a melody full of sweet little Lies and Riddles,
"L did you Know shinigami eat apples?" and other rubbish alike,
I briefly wonder what things would be like,
If you hadn't found that notebook,
lying on the ground,
right?
As You climb up those steps,
pausing to take a breath bleeing quite heavily,
I know know you and I see quite a peculiar sight,
The ghost of L watching you,
as you pass away right before midnight.
End.
That was odd, didn't exactly plan on writing this... oh well.