AN: A new poem. Ciel's POV. Ciel/Sebastian, implied to be one-sided. Line breaks indicate new... verse? Stanza? Wha'chu-ma-call-it.
your face so very far away
i don't even know what i can say
even though you'll always be here
even though you'll always be near
i know that you will never leave
bound by the darkness, but i need a reprieve
you hunt me every night and day
and what a twisted picture you portray
i know that what i feel is wrong
although this lack of tenderness, this song
the lies i tell and what i say
it's all an act, don't go away
you'll be there till the very end
but you'll never be my friend
even though i am calm outside
i always slowly die inside
and although it's just that which holds our souls,
keeping us together, while no-one knows
i feel this strange bit of ecstasy
when you say you'll always be with me
i let myself become lost in you
i'll always pretend you never knew
i let myself fall into the lies
pretend i'm the one that never cries
pretend that i'm the one who gives the order
the dysfunctional one, but i'm just a boarder
i'm renting my mastery from you
and the price may be too high at the end, it's true
but that's so far away, so i just keep
and at the end i suppose you'll reap
but that's just so hard to think
i can't, just stop it, don't just stand there and blink
you stand there, so proper and neat
i want to humiliate you, make you kiss my feet
but at the end, everything will be the same
is it worth it, just to cause you pain?
and in this twisted parody
this play-act your of caring for me
i let myself think this grim show is real
until the end, the big reveal.
AN: Hey, there's a button down there. It says review. You wouldn't be a very good butler if you couldn't complete so simple a task, would you?