(A/N): Little Mello poem for ya! Sorry, I'm not really great at poetry, but this came to me and I was like 'Eh, what the hell?'
Disclaimer: Don't own Death Note. If I did, each episode would be MattXMello for all except the last minute, which is when we'd watch Takada be tortured, until the series finale where she would finally die a slow, agonizing death from all the pain.
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A steady beat:
Always second, never first;
Everything desired, Nothing deserved.
I've been playing house with the Devil,
And hide-and-go-seek with God,
Oh, let the fallen angels be awed.
I'm a blunt knife,
A mirror with cracks,
A bed of roses laced with thumbtacks.
Looking down nervously
On the salvaged remains,
Everything ventured, yet so little gained.
So weak,
I couldn't help myself,
Condemning us both to a beautiful Hell.
And though I smoldered,
The true fire burned
In the eyes of a saint so darkly turned.
In open air
The wind stings my eyes,
But I can still see all the clean-broken ties.
Before I step out
I zip on two skins, no, three-
Just how many layers hide the real me?
Things are better off small,
Long hair gets knots,
And all the big worlds in this galaxy rot.
The glistening lies,
Everything was trash,
And I've got the heart and the soul to match.
It was so sad
I just couldn't cry
Watching myself shrivel and die
Should never have involved you,
Needed someome to hold my hand.
Such a sick surprise when it didn't go just as planned.
I slipped up
As I saw red stain the night,
Just for a second forgot to hold tight.
And now it is gone,
And I am just scared,
But wherever I'm going I'll see you there.
A/N: Well, I didn't say it would be a GOOD poem. Also, I can't believe myself. I usually totally refuse to acknowledge Matt and Mello's deaths, but, well... I hope it didn't totally suck, I know I'm no good at poetry, but I tried anyway. Review and let me know what you thought.