My Dying Reverie

Disclaimer: I do not own Matt, Mello, or anything related to Death Note. If I did, I'd have a major migraine from coming up with all those deep thoughts that go through charcters heads.

I cannot stop,
The song of death,
But I can pretend it's not playing.

I cannot hear,
Him dish out commands,
But in this semblance, I'm already obeying.

I cannot feel,
The bullets buffet-
In my head, they no longer exist.

I cannot smell,
The blood on my shirt,
I only smell chocolatey bliss.

I cannot taste,
My bitter defeat,
For I'm smoking a new cigarette.

I cannot frown,
As my life sinks away,
I must laugh-we've just made a new bet.

I cannot see,
Those misguided slaves,
All I see is a hand that is gloved.

And an image of a boy,
That boy...
The only one I loved...

A/N: Some people think Matt and Mello's relationship is purely friendship, to others it's deeper. I personally prefer the friendship side; however I made this poem purely ambiguous, so you can take their relationship however you like it ;)