Hello to all readers! This is my first fanfic so please don't hate me! XDWarning this is boy x boy! If you don't like this then don't read any further! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji a.k.a Black Butler. Though I do wish I owned Sebby-kun….*pouts in corner*
I don't own confession by red either
A Monster
~Chapter 1~
I feel fine
And I can't smile
But I feel the anger coming
Its underneath
I don't know why
it's always overflowing
it's a constant fight
deep inside
And I want to forget it
Blood painted the walls. It was such a grotesque scene. Long, spidery fingers caught droplets of the crimson liquid as it fell from the ceiling. A boy who looked about eighteen stood in the middle of the room. He lifted his bloodied fingers to his mouth. A pink tongue darted out from between his lips, licking at the blood. He gazed at a woman's mangled body in the corner.
I confess I'm always afraid always ashamed
of what's inside me
I confess I'm always afraid always ashamed
of what's inside my head
A coppery scent filled his nose as he struggled to breathe. A small shudder racked his body. His hand, shaking, moved back down to his side. The boy's eyes dilated as the small drops of blood registered with his system. He fell to his knees, groaning softly. The blood on the floor seeped through his clothes as he began crawling over to the corpse. He lowered his mouth to her neck and bit down on the soft flesh. Blood poured into his mouth and he drank greedily.
And I can't breathe
and I still feel
But not the way I want to
I'm on the edge I don't know how
I can escape this nightmare
Even after all these years it still repulsed him; how he had to satisfy his unnatural hunger. The boy pulled away, breathing deeply. His victim, this woman, lay dead, drained of her blood. A look of horror was forever etched on her face. His whole body shook with disgust.
I confess I'm always afraid always ashamed
Of what's inside me
I confess I'm always afraid, always ashamed
Of what's inside my head
What's inside my head
Tears of blood ran down his face. He couldn't get rid of his humanity no matter how hard he tried. There was always that lingering sense of revulsion, hatred, and worst of all, guilt. Ending a life, no matter the reason always bothered him. It ate away at him from the inside. He would lock it away only for it to come haunt his dreams.
Wasting away is part of my instinct
I'll runaway, everything I hate
Take this away, help me escape
Take this away
I confess,
Innocence!
Innocence!
Innocence!
The boy walked out of the home. He continued to walk but stopped only to watch the place be engulfed in flames. If only he wasn't cursed to this empty existence, but he has to do what he must to survive.
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