My Death Note Poem by Saint Cynosure

I'll bring to me myself's own end,
before the harvest moon.
Punishment for my own sin,
I'll not see another June.
Deaf to tunes brings my own sorrow,
with emptiness at hand.
I'll pay my debt for lives I've borrwed,
I hope you understand.
It is not wise to live with tears,
that blurr the path of life.
And never take the road to sin,
never more than twice.
The silence of the darkened grave,
deep beneath the dirt.
Absent of a heart that beats,
ends the pain that hurts.
Farewell to all my kin,
farewell to all my friends.
Before the harvest moon,
I'll bring to me myself's own end.