A/N: I was bored. Really bored. And angsty.. surprise, surprise. XD
Anyway, hope it's tolerable.
Disclaimer: Don't own Death Note
Blue eyes fixed
He will win
Just once
Just once
To be THE BEST.
Is that so much to ask?
Never ever
Can he beat
The one whose gaze is ice.
That boy of marble.
Cold and white as stone
While he blunders in the embers
of his own passion
And feels heat as "second"
Is his again
Even as he dies
The boy of marble
Wins
And with his cold
Black stare
Decides the worth
Of his senior's
Actions
Thoughts
Words
He will be the judge
As blonde hair
Burns
Forgotten in the smoke
Unnamed
Unknown
Like his partner,
Forgotten.
As a childish man
Chooses what they meant
And their final worth