if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their