I'd Rather Soak in their Blood
The Things that I've Seen
Angels,
Beauty, Light,
Smiles, Laughter, Sobs, Frowns,
Dark, Ugly,
Demons
The day isn't so bad. Everything is bright. In gardens I'll sometimes see an angel. Angels have warm, gentle smiles that welcome me and make me feel safe. Sometimes those smiles are my only comfort.
The same can't be said for the night. The night is when the demons lurk and prowl. They crawl like animals, ready to pounce. Their smiles are wide and sadistic, a glowing red against their black, smokey faces. Their eyes are wide and wondering, hate gleaming in them as they stare me down.
And yet, I have grown accustomed to the night. I even like it. Perhaps it is because most people are asleep and I don't have to deal with their emotions. Perhaps it is because in the dark no one can see my scars. Perhaps it is because in the darkness I can forget myself.
For whatever reason, the night has always called me.
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I'm twenty-six years old. My name is Gerard Arthur Way. I love blood.
When I was a kid, I saw things that freaked me the fuck out. I saw ghosts covered in blood, bones sticking out of their sides, and skin ripped apart. I saw demons, twisted, sadistic smiles stalking me in the night. They scared me, forced me to harden and shield myself from love and compassion.
I've seen angels. They're warm and comforting, always gentle. They would never hurt me, but they were never around enough to draw away the demons.
Now, I love blood. It has become my soul purpose. My art is twisted depictions of the nightmares I've seen, nightmares I draw with a smile on my lips, eyes wide in joy as my pencil leaves behind the markings of beautiful destruction on the page.
The demons have twisted me. I've become a psychopathic vampire.
Beauty, Light,
Smiles, Laughter, Sobs, Frowns,
Dark, Ugly,
Demons
The day isn't so bad. Everything is bright. In gardens I'll sometimes see an angel. Angels have warm, gentle smiles that welcome me and make me feel safe. Sometimes those smiles are my only comfort.
The same can't be said for the night. The night is when the demons lurk and prowl. They crawl like animals, ready to pounce. Their smiles are wide and sadistic, a glowing red against their black, smokey faces. Their eyes are wide and wondering, hate gleaming in them as they stare me down.
And yet, I have grown accustomed to the night. I even like it. Perhaps it is because most people are asleep and I don't have to deal with their emotions. Perhaps it is because in the dark no one can see my scars. Perhaps it is because in the darkness I can forget myself.
For whatever reason, the night has always called me.
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I'm twenty-six years old. My name is Gerard Arthur Way. I love blood.
When I was a kid, I saw things that freaked me the fuck out. I saw ghosts covered in blood, bones sticking out of their sides, and skin ripped apart. I saw demons, twisted, sadistic smiles stalking me in the night. They scared me, forced me to harden and shield myself from love and compassion.
I've seen angels. They're warm and comforting, always gentle. They would never hurt me, but they were never around enough to draw away the demons.
Now, I love blood. It has become my soul purpose. My art is twisted depictions of the nightmares I've seen, nightmares I draw with a smile on my lips, eyes wide in joy as my pencil leaves behind the markings of beautiful destruction on the page.
The demons have twisted me. I've become a psychopathic vampire.
Notes
Sorry it took so long for me to update, but I love everyone one of my readers!!!! This is my first fanfic on here so I'm pretty excited!!!! And sorry about the crappy chapter, but it's almost like a second prologue. It's supposed to build for the next chapter, which is where shit actually starts to happen. Hope you like it!!!!!!!Your's truly
~ Demolition Heart
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No problem.
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