Aizetsu's heart was taken when he saw you, It was the strike of love that taught him what coming true was, The desire of his to hold you close, Made him never want to let go.

He kept you under lock and key, In a mansion of riches and grace, But even still his thoughts of sorrow, Drew on a homage of fake embrace. The heart that he holds belongs to you, but fear and doubt are his main lease, the walls he built to keep you in, no brightness could ever begin.

His fear of loss is a constant.