Already dead, So kill my head
Yes, you had killed me. I just knew from the moment you hold me in your arms, before I closed my eyes, after I said to myself: I had loved you.
There's a sun in his eyes, it won't go away. I'm already dead. Why is it I can't kill my...
Yes, you betrayed me. Yet I still adore you, this happens because you haunt me. The limbo and Earth never had treatened each other like that, the living person that is you is a ghost for a dead man like me. Why can't you see me when you look at yourself in the mirror? Doesn't you feel your fault?
He would never sleep. Said I didn't mid it at all. Made me feel quite cheap. Looking back on it all. There was this kiss. He said that he couldn't resist. And was I aware of what I missed?
When he touches his hair on the pillow, when he lays down, does he think about us? About me? I am dead. I am now, for him, nothing but bones and rotten flesh. I ain't be for him a passionate ghost, a comfortable memory, something he misses. There was nothing in our lips, there was nothing in our embraces, there was nothing in our gazes, there was nothing but casualties, there was nothing but abstention.
That night I slept on his couch, with my back turned to the wall. Nothing assumed but you know? You know...
The furthest I could get, about my actions, was stealing a piece of you for me. I tried once to cut a piece of your hair, during your sleep, but I couldn't. I felt like sleeping with you once, but it would not be possible since the existence of Misa and the others on QG. I slept shrunk on your chair, holding my knees and keeping my eyes open. I felt your smell, so soft as I was figuring it out, but it was real, it was there. Like a poison, a drug, I fainted and drowned into sleep. You woke me in the morning. You gave me cookies and coffee. I thanked you.
In the morning we said nothing at all. All I could think of was this. He said that he couldn't resist and was I aware of what I missed?
After that gentle position, Light did nothing - and said nothing. The silence ruled that room and the night falled as I had felt every second hurting my ears. A sentence of his voice broke that numb scene: "You know what I feel". But I didn't ever know. Did I miss something? Did I spent my life and threw it all away? I don't know. I wouldn't ever know. Since I am dead, I have nothing to do but wait. Wait you to reach this place I am and answer my question: "What do you feel?"... "I feel like loving you."