if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
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
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart