Death Note

The flowers wither and dull as time makes love with sadness.

Pink hues run from glazed eye’s coldness.

The tick of each second bites skin.

Decaying brain pairs well with a hollow grin.

Skin warps into a mass of matter less.

Words undress and rape the mindless.

Words bleed on paper from creation.

Ink clings to each other in desperation.

Tears cause dispute and ink no longer clings, but runs.

To create is to destroy. Words created at the expense of the creator’s self destruction.