A king and a queen,
the ideally perfect team...

When did you feel the need to distance me,
from everything- everything you saw...

I've watched this world become a wicked place,
And someday...

You say that I need to prove I'm real,
I don't see the point here...

There must be an escape,
up, down, left, right...

The one that was never in the pictures,
The one that could find a way to keep distance...

Trapped down with gravity am I,
Though you are soaring free as a bird...

I lay awake every night thinking about you...
trying to make day come faster...

People will always have expectations of us,
we can never change that...

How can life lack this much sense,
how does it get away...

As everything slowly dies away,
and all I see is your face dimming at my bedside...

If the death note is what is found,
Then what is truly gone...