if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
we are a new race rising with ice in our blood we will fight any body because we are family “we are a new breed rising
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely