if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
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…
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
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
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
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
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting