The Lonely Silver Moon
I can feel the darkness sapping away my energy,
destroying the light
and all hope with it.
It blurs my vision, and for a moment,
...I realize there was never any light to begin with.
If Ciel had ever felt real fear in his life, it was now.
The screams racked him up and down. He could not stop them.
It was the only way to express the horrible terror that coursed like the iciest fire throughout his weak body.
The blood stained his vision a terrible crimson. All at once, he remembered.
He remembered the month spent at the black magic chamber.
He remembered the rape,
The torture,
the desperation.
The pain ravishing his trembling body was only the beginning; was only the physical scars, was only the temporary pain.
To lose all faith in God,
In Hope,
In Salvation,
Was what the true scars were that month.
The soul forever corrupted by the devil's Hate...
The soul forever stained by the blood of Innocence...
WILL
NEVER
SEE
THE
LIGHT
AGAIN.
~Scratchkitty~