#deathnote
Once, I had an angel
A guardian over my dreams
Though a god taught me
Nothing is as it seems
You left me again
Left me in the dust
Through means of coldness
Insanity and bloodlust
You had gone twice now
Snatched from under my nose
I had learned to pretend
Always hiding my woes
I grew without knowledge
Paranoia, and fear
Inside, grew a sense of caution
That demon was drawing near
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 2:05 AM UTC
People might have it backwards on what a Killer is,
The truth is we all Killers,
Some are Silent,
Some are Serial Codes,
How secret?
Creepy, but the touch of one **** is sacred,
Bring the bate, your fates in my hands,
So why debate about Killers,
When you know that you not just a suspect,
Yet Guilty.
You killed me,
You bully.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
I was the biggest detective ever
who had lost a case never
The only wish that I ever had
Was to have a nemesis
Worth my fad
Then there was a killer
A serial killer
Who went by a pen name
He thought he was great
But for me, he was very lame
I waited for the time to come
To solve the perfect conundrum
Every piece of puzzle that I ever solved
Would help me catch the self-claimed God!
I worked my way through
Stayed awake even in my sleep
Let the devil creep
By my side
Let it glide
In my pursuit of The Real Devil
Who wanted to work against nature's will!
At last I found him in person
I would have loved to see him in prison
All my hypotheses
All my probabilities
Of identifying him as the criminal
Were heading to closure!
The day had neared
The time that shouldn't have come, he feared
The result was just here, for my self imposed penance
All was laid to rest, in a moment of si(L)ence!!!!
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
Beware of falsehoods
That's what the cards told me
Now the curtain is rising
And it's not pretty to see
The bridges are long gone
But the evil still breeds
What's going to happen to us and me?
Where is our Shepherd
When we need him dear?
Isn't there much more to life
Than just blood and tears?
A hot steel rhino
Drowns a city in its screams
What's going to happen to them and me?
The accursed notebook
Earns its stars and stripes
The eagle is grounded
While the magpies take flight
A young grim reaper
Brings his scythe to a sheen
What's going to happen to him and me?
Here lies Jonny Boy
And his fall from grace
All his strings are breaking
And he realizes too late
Forgive me Claudine
For the bitterness I keep
What's going to happen to you and me?
Brains are frying
And hearts are spilled
The more we hurt now
The longer it takes to heal
Have I still a long way
Before I lay down and sleep?
What's going to happen to all and me?
Where are you now, dear Shepherd?
Can you hear me?
Can we save ourselves?
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
*He chooses his victim,
By any tragedy,
No one can see him,
But only his victims.
He loves his job,
Though sometimes he gets bored,
The victims are full of fear,
People call them crazy from Paranoia.
The Death God doesn't stop,
He will roam around this world,
Choosing who dies,
And how they will die.*
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC