Hey guys! This is a short one-shot/poem based on Ciel's Nightmare/Flashback in Black Butler: Book of Circus episode 6 'His Butler, Liaison'. Leave a review if you want me to do more of these!

In my defense

I stand at the edge of my life

With the only thing I hold dear to

Begging to take flight

And leave me to catch up with all the other people in its existence

Leaving me behind in the distance

All I could feel was Anger, Pain, and Bitterness.

This is to be expected when you have lost your parents at such a young age.

This is expected when you've just been tortured close to death, for demonic sacrifices no less.

I could barely move, much less try to escape my captors; those bastards.

I knew it would be suicide to try. But I was too stubborn to cry; or lie down and die yet.

Trying to stay strong but beginning to fall

I look out into the vast black sea

Emptiness began to overtake me

The only love I ever felt not looking back at me

But at its beginnings where we shall never cross paths ever again

The place where half of me died

Though another part received

The independent part

The one that lacked an emotion

Their hands were touching everywhere.

Blood was all over the golden table.

I was struggling.

At this point I was crying out for help, for anyone or anything to come and save us.

I didn't care anymore.

I just didn't want to die, not yet.

Not in this way.

As a tear slips

Only to be collected by the oceans greedy fingertips

As my love begins to blur and becomes a distant memory

My pale skin looks paler to me

My clothes somehow darker

Everything is tinted...with the sorrow from within

The clouds cave in over me

The rain slightly warmer then the tears I shed from within

I wanted them all dead!

How dare they laugh at my pain and suffering?

They were all despicable monsters, worse than demons.

I was tired of the pain and humiliation.

Someone kill them! Kill them! I want them dead! Kill them!

Kill them! Kill them! Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!

My heart bleeds...

Could it possibly be?

Could the love of my life..,

Be a bird or a crow that left me in the night

Or is this a vision in the shadows?

Can I pull my heart up from these withering gallows?

But I'm standing here at the edge of my life

With the only thing I love begging to take flight

Should I stop it?

Should I beg..?

Do I dare to do such things?

No I just stare...as the love of my life begins to take flight

But then I awake...because after all isn't this just a vision?

A Vision of the Shadows

No one else came.

He was the only choice I had left.

He could kill them and give me strength.

I didn't care about the consequences.

So I sold my soul to a demon.

- Beautifuldeath23 and Kkworld12345

I wanted to try something a little different so I got a friend to help write the parts in bold. (I wrote the parts that aren't in bold alone.) This friend of mine writes all types of poetry similar to this so if you want to check out her other stuff I left the details below. (I can't leave a link)

Beautifuldeath23 at AllPoetry