DEATH NOTE (HORRORCORE) - A whisper in ink, I tempt your hand — one name, one death, one god born

I am the notebook that bleeds in silence, the whisper between justice and madness. Every name you write is a step away from humanity, a stroke toward godhood wrapped in vengeance. I don't judge — I amplify the rot inside you, turning your grief into execution and your fear into power. You hold the pen, but I hold your soul, and once the ink dries... there's no turning back.

🕯️ "Death Note"

[Intro]
I don’t scream.
I don’t chase.
I wait.
And I write.
With me… death has handwriting.

[Verse 1]
I was born in the void, between boredom and dread,
Where gods grew tired, where justice fled.
I dropped on concrete — no weight, no sound,
But I carry the power to put kings underground.

I’m not a tombstone, but I mark your fall,
Just paper... and yet I end all.
You thought you used me, but it’s always a twist,
I wrote your name the moment you wished.

Touched your soul with justice on the tongue,
But every line you drew... reeked of the wrong.
You said, “Let’s cleanse this world of decay,”
And I said, perfect… start with what you betray.

[Chorus]
Write the name. Feel the weight.
Every stroke… seals your fate.
I’m the silence that kills with grace,
The sentence drawn in your own face.

[Verse 2]
I watched kings crumble, watched idols ignite,
Watched hearts turn black while writing at night.
“Justice”? A joke — a mask smeared in red,
Every hero who holds me… ends up dead.

Light, L, Near, Mello — played with the flame,
But I keep the score… and erase the name.
I turned pens to weapons, ink into scars,
And your noble plan… to prison bars.

I’ve no soul — but I steal your core,
Burn every chapter, leave nothing more.
I don’t judge — I reflect the truth,
And truth… is a coffin carved by youth.

[Chorus]
Write the name. Feel the weight.
Every stroke… seals your fate.
I’m the silence that kills with grace,
The sentence drawn in your own face.

[Bridge]
I’m no curse.
I’m a choice.
I’m no punishment.
I’m your voice.
If your name’s in me…
It’s because you thought it first.

[Verse 3]
I don’t care if you’re judge or thief,
All hearts bleed through my belief.
I’ve seen love turn into war,
And reason rot on every floor.

I’m a notebook — but I bury kings,
My pages strike harder than anything.
I gave you a chance to be a god on Earth,
But you used me to prove your worth.

The final name — I’ll never reveal,
But when it’s time… you’ll know it’s real.
Even gods who let me fall,
Know death still needs someone to call.

[Final Chorus]
Write the name. Feel the weight.
Every stroke… seals your fate.
I’m the silence that kills with grace,
The sentence drawn in your own face.

[Outro]
You found me.
You used me.
Now…
You belong to me.