Ryuk

Blackbirds cry
Outside this winter
Trees reduced
To ash and splinters
We could
Rule this world together
My love

But know that in the end
I don't plan be a friend
So even though we're quite some way from heaven
I push until it bends
Justify it with the ends
Burn it all down to the rotten core

As I
Jump in and plant every syllable
Right in its place with a cynical
Grin on my face, cause everyone killable
Lickin their plates
Much like my poison they lacking in taste
Snap of my fingers and half are erased
Slip of my pen and the rest on the way
Get on my nerves and you'll learn about rage
Bury you deep with a word on a page
Hired by the higher ups, who tire from
The tired ones and need a couple fire lungs
To re-inspire those
Who just don't quite get it
This is more than prose
It's pro- prophetic
Lyrical assassination, learning more
From animation, than examinations
No exaggeration when it say on
His head stone
This man was killed by a shinigami with a death note