Death note

the dark empty void of space in each corner,  
turn the faces of innocents purple,  
the muck of dispair where some find solace,  
unhealthy beings looking up for answers,  
to a question that hasn't been, isn't and can't be easily answered  
 
Who am I  
a fragment of the original self
unable to quickly identify the other pieces
pieces as small as pigments
perhaps a being of light...  
 
Dark corners that manifest into a entity of infinity