A Thousand Names for the Same Game

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.

My fingers encircle your metaphoric neck and the surface of our illusion ripples to form what resembles a smile so beautiful the ugliness of its unripples form is invisible in the blinding light.

Mine shines (iridiscent, fluorescent, blinding, brilliant),

yours glows (soft, quiet, tame, predatory).

Your eyes speak of nothing, silenced like the dead with an unblinking rigidity and an ice cold gloss, high like the wooden floors of the kingdom in your mind. A secret lives beneath out skin whispering to both of us with whimsical clarity and an iron clutch, seductive like the fire with just as cruel a burn.

We rise with the storm and I douse you in lightning waters, electricity pulsing through your bones and the fabrics of life coming apart ever so slowly. Your world and mine entwine like the bristles of the softest rope and the fibres composing our connection thrum with promises of for now and forever.

My reality transcends your own and forces it to its knees but if you flinch, it's only slightly and your succumbing never occurs. I almost want to laugh and break the fragile air around us with the (harsh, cruel, cold) truth known only to you and me because this is less of a battle than it is a game.

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you know lies.

Our universal hell with people for pawns and we play, unrelenting bur reckless, shamelessly blind and yet with 40/40 vision. Your world is mine and I can say a few words but it's all the same.

"I lie to no one but myself."

It's almost amusing, how I almost believe it. We both know this is a performance on the stage of morality and we could call it a hundred other names but it would be the same battle. If this is the game of justice, we're still making the same moves.

After all, it's just a label.

You know that and I know and I know that you do and it's not about knowing, it's about how we use it to do what we do. We play by the same rule- there's no rules in this game - and really, what does it matter?

We both lost this war when we decided to fight.

Never mind that, who wins or who loses or who's right or who's wrong or if I'm evil or you are since we both are, really, but that's not the point and you know it and I know it too. Still we dance and we dance on (forever,together, forever and now.) and the sun sets and it rises and we drown in the blackness of being surrounded by eternity.