if you know "Black Buttler" you know some of what some of this poem means
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
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 call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing