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Recant Your Death

I crumpled your soul on a piece of paper
Your name written a thousand times across the binding.
Hatred, hatred, hatred, lust?
Impulsive lust for your blood to shed.

In the darkest corner of the darkest room
I cursed your name as far as ink would allow
My torment was of your hand, I convinced myself
And only you would have to pay the price.

They always said to never tamper with powers
The darkness would consume relentlessly
But of course, I never heeded such words.
I took it, it took me, and I was pleased.
Temporarily.

With scarlet blood, I fashioned your sentence
DEATH arose from the dusted paper
So satisfied, I threw the book to the floor
Knowing your last breath was coming shortly.

Your very existance was in my hands.
But when it vanished,
I almost wished I could recant the curses.

Author notes

inspired by death note, but not really a particular person.

I like writing darkly, though really, its not reflecting much of who I am. I like the moral of this piece though: death is strong. satan is a formittable opponant. don't mess around with such forces unless you wish to regret your own actions.