Days have past
Sense they last heard the song of the maid
While the blunette paid no mind,
The flaxen haired teen remembered word per word.
'Clean up my mess.
At your heart.
Here, I will sing.
Down here below.
Come down and see,
At your heart.'
It lulled him to sleep
It calmed his mind when it raced
Place to place
Never ending
The gears turned revising his past
Word per word
Situation by situation
As if he were to forget his sense of self
If he missed any situation, as if
He would lose himself back to Jim Macken
When he believed himself to be Alois.
He bolded the memories as an earl
And dulled the ones as an poor orphan.
As if they were just inconvenient and small.
The boy behind him
Eased his mind, although in the dark.
The slight jolt he got by the overwhelming feeling of his warmth
He hugged his knee's
Pulled them to his chest
Did he still have a chance to reach his goal?
The time was limited
And he was going to make the best of it.
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Chamber Of Exquisite Sadness - {Cielois}
FanfictionUpon realization of their entrapment in this dome of headspace together, chained until the conflict resolved on the outside world, outside of Phantomhives body. Or was it now 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 body? What else could they do but converse? Maybe learn the la...
