if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a