• As I walk alone,
    Along a rain-soaked street,
    I spot a thin notebook
    That dropped right at my feet.

    It is black, sleek and leather bound;
    Curiosity gets the best of me,
    This book is just what I found,
    It could be my destiny.

    With a shinigami's help and eyes,
    I can kill with the stroke of a pen;
    I can do homework, listen to music, and eat potato chips,
    Then the process starts all over again.

    People call me Kira, a killer who's a mystery.
    The police ask and I deny everything to their face.
    It'll take a sugar-crazed detective in history
    To craftily solve the huge murder case.

    I am Kira in secret- that doesn't change who I am.
    Going to school and getting good grades is easy for me.
    When I come home, it's a different game plan,
    Killing people is what I do- the unaware can't see.

    As I come to the end of the very last page,
    I laugh a cold demonic laugh with my last breaths.
    My heart stops and I know the end of an age.
    My name in the notebook was my ultimate death.