Running, I'm always running.
From murderer or that butler, cunning.
From knife or eyes so burning, so red.
Running from the rhythm of the dead.
Blood may pound through my veins
But it is icy cold (dead) and I am covered in the stains.
The looming shadow (you) of my death beneath the moon
(Which laughs at such petty struggles)
Even though I have given up hope of Redemption (Why would I need Redemption?)
And you—you will tighten your hold, and soon.
The scent of night (dark, entrancing) draws me in
And it's for all to see (mesmerized) all men.
Like a puppet show, I am a marionette of the damned.
Caught in your (bloody) crimson ribbons (maimed)—
No lament,
No lullaby—
Don't sing me to sleep.
I don't want your sugar-coated lies.
Give me something bitter and tighten the ribbons,
I'm challenging you until the end.
Watch me as my last breath leaves my (tormented) body and remember.
Remember all the—flames feathers darkness touch feeling pain hurt you can't breathe me broken—no, shattered. Remember Ciel Phantomhive.
Don't you dare let my name fade.
Don't let me be a tale.
I'm a fact, a truth beneath the lies—
The lies that have spider-webbed across my skin like the pattern of broken glass.
Petty lies, my stories, half-truths—
You still lie to me, you slithered through my order.
And your haunting voice, despite my warning, brings a lullaby of Eternal Sleep.
Then, Bocchan.
A/N: I have no idea what this is. It was one of those things that I took up a pencil and instead of doing my notes, uh... this happened. I don't even know. XD But it was dreadfully fun. I had that phrose, 'marionette of the damned' stuck in my head for a long time and had to get it out. So I spewed this. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and thank you for reading! Reviews are greatly appreciated. Let me know if you'd like to see more of this sort of thing, because it was kind of an experiment. Thank youuuuu!