if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
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
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
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
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice