きらい

If violets are red,

and roses are blue.

It explains why, 

I can’t love you.

Because roses are always red,

and violets are always blue.

Our love are worlds apart,

for me and you.

A rabbit that lures innocents into the dark hole.

Loyalty. Heroics. Betrayal. 

Forever is a long time.

But if it is with Bocchan,

I don’t think I mind.

You are a devil who profanes innocent souls with your unworthy hands and lips.

Never believe this human facade,

for there is a monster within.

This is just a disguise,

to lull you into a false sense of security,

for the monster to devour you.

This is a fact that will never change.

The simplest requests are often the hardest to fulfill.

But for you Bocchan,

I will be the perfect butler till the end.

Ciel in a box.

The holy may pray for your soul,

but the laughing devil will intercept.

Your soul will never get relief,

as the devil consumes it whole. 

Then will they realise praying is fultile.

Redemption is forever out of your grasp.

When you are seated on the tallest throne,

people of every country are terrified.

When you are the richest person alive,

beggars flock around you in hope of wealth.

But even the most powerful will fall.

And I will be there to catch you.