disclaimer: i do not own death note. :s
dedication: uhm, to doing bry's homework.
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Simply fragile,
he noticed,
as he stared into the night sky.
Sparks flew upward,
(only he knew it was electrons falling)
crashing into brilliant colors,
(only he knew it was really magnesium that made it so bright-bright-bright)
decorating the black of night.
He watched with a cynical eye,
of the children, of the people all around,
their naïve fascination.
But didn't they know?
Didn't they know it was all just an equation,
a simple reaction,
something to be deciphered?
And the boy sighed,
and twirled his white-white hair,
and wondered if, perhaps,
it was only he who thought this way.