if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
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
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
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