This is my story of romance, which felt more like drowning lessons. When I found out that they were angels, I was headfirst for halos. Of coarse I should have not called all the numbers on the cubicals, but I did. I found these 3 great guys, and decided I wanted a band. So I called them all again, years later, and I said "You know, I'm not okay and I feel like if I don't sing then this feeling will follow me to the end." and we began to discuss the beauty of skylines and turnstiles, and also the mysterious sunsets over Monroevile. So after we had all decided that this is the best day ever, we confirmed a meet up. That's when they figured out that I am a vampire, and me that they are angels. I tried to assure them that vampires will never hurt you. So then they say, "oh I am an angel" and the others are like "We never told you what I do for a living" and so now we are all freaking out, because face it honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us. So while I am trying to tell them I am not a destroya out for vampire money, they are freaking out about getting desolation row. Now we are all shitting our pants and at one point I say "the only hope for me is you, and we must be ready by summertime" Then I recieve an Idea "How about I bite you and give you my Party Poison? All I have to do is suck your blood, and then not only will you have a bulletproof heart, and never be dead, but you also never have to sleep and you'll never get cancer." After much arguing we decided to do it. After sucking the life out of all of them they all laughed and said "Thankyou for the venom" to which I responded with "My mama always said bury me in black, call me our lady sorrows, take my coffin to Cementary Drive ." and also, " Helena, my best friend, died when we were just teenagers, and she had famous last words. They were, kill all your friends, never think that I don't love you, this is how I disapear in the end. Remember, it's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking deathwish. Save yourself, I'll hold them back" That was the life we wrote about. Mine. It was tragic, and it was hard for them to see the: Welcome To The Black Parade banners above their houses. We lived some of the sharpest lives, and for that we hang em' high. I still see the ghost of you, and I know that my way home is through you. Some days we used to look into the skies and scream, Heaven Help Us! I remember you on your deathbed saying "Give em' hell kid, and quit being so crazy, the jetset life is going to kill you." We soon faded from the kids of today, to the kids from yesterday. So then, without you, we wrote Desert Song, while staying in the House Of Wolves. The next to die were Jetstar and the Kobra Kid. The most memrobile day, was Dr.death defying's. He said "Look alive, Sunshine. I know you miss your fellow demolation lovers, but you know what they do to guys like us in prison." and I nodded with tears in my eyes and said, "Goodnight, Dr.Death" So now I am sitting here on December 25, in this boring introlude, singing that song I wrote; Planatery(GO!), and shaking my head na,na,na, because all I want for Christmas is you.
This is my suicide letter to you, Mikey, Ray, Frank, and Dr.Death,
-S.C.A.R.E.C.R.O.W- A.K.A - GERARD WAY-

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