Disclaimer: I own nothing…not Death Note, not the lyrics…all I own is a poem being published in September…so sad
Warning: none
Eyes
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me (Would you give it to me?)
Looking at my older reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
(oh no!) There is no turning back down
You've woken up the demon in me
-Down with the Sickness by Disturbed
Looking in this mirror, I see the changes that had taken place. My eyes hold so much more depth than they used to. They now hold a visible keenness and danger. I should learn to fix that. No matter how good of a lie I tell, these eyes probably give it away. No wonder L suspects me so much.
They seem to have darkened too. No longer do they hold the light that you could see even in older photographs of me. I suppose having possession of this Death Note really has changed me. Maybe I should get rid of it. Is a better world really worth losing everything dear, like the trust of my family?
Family: who needs them?! All I need is this notebook and myself. Who cares for trust and love? I don't want any of it! I just want a world that bows down to me. I'm smarter than they. I'm better than they. I want them to know this! I am Kira, damn it. The new god has awakened. I am righteous and true, of course. I want this world to be better for everyone. Sinners beware my pen. These eyes suit me just fine.
These eyes belong to a killer.
So messed up…the regular print is Light talking. The bold, italics is Kira.
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