AN: Well, like the summary says, here's a random poem involving the death note. It's inspired by a dream I had! Enjoy!

How does it feel?

To kill?

To be responsible for death?

Adrenaline,

When I wrote down his name.

Excitement, pleasure

Knowing he was going to die,

because of me.

Then the last heartbeat,

eyes hollow.

A smug smile, hidden

He's dead.

Followed by a change of heart.

Tears.

My tears.

Panic, fear, disgust and sadness in my head.

A sick feeling,

As death flows through my veins.

I killed him,

And me

Now,

I am Kira.

Killer.