I'm dying. This much I know for sure. There's so much pain inside- and the cancer's got what's left. The chemo. Seems to only make it worse. I can already feel death consuming me, devouring me like I'm it's last good meal. Just close your eyes. I think, it'll all be over soon...

Death is a funny thing, I guess. All your life, you want nothing more to die, and just be done with it all. But as soon as death stares you in the face, you want nothing more than to live the life you never did. There's so much I haven't done. I haven't even fallen in love. Not once.

Not like anyone would ever love me...

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When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city- to see a marching band...

The saddest, most beautiful melody, wakes me up from a deep sleep.

Wait, that can't be right, I'm dead aren't I? I don't think so...in still in a hospital bed, surrounded by somber looking doctors. But something feels...off... I check the heart monitor by my bed.

Nothing.
No "bleep bleep."
Nothing.
I'm dead.

Then I notice something else, I have hair! The beautiful, long, black hair I had a long time ago. I almost get up and do a happy dance, hey maybe death isn't so bad after all, but the walls in the room fall down. Well, drop is a better word, I think. They dropped down like curtains being pulled off of a wall. The doctors and the nurses all drop to the ground too.

Behind them, I find myself facing a whole new world.

Would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?

I stand up, and a new song starts playing. Or maybe it's the same song with a faster tempo? Hell, I don't know, where is this music coming from anyway? I must find out.

Standing up and stretching feels like magic now. It's been what, 3 months since I've been able to walk unassisted? Whatever, it feels wonderful!

Sometimes, I get the feelin she's watchin over me, and other times, I feel like I should go...

This place is strange. Items from my life are piled up in mountains on ether side of me. Every tangible item I can remember seems to be here, old hairbrushes, CD's- you name it, it's here. I can still hear the music coming from behind me.

And oh, my heart, I can't contain it! The anthem won't explain it!

This new world is just...amazing. I pass people just like me- all dead and gone. Some wear strange clothes, and believe it or not, gas masks. They tell me their stories and welcome me to the black parade- whatever that means. They're all friendly, unlike the living.

You're misery and hate will kill us all.

I wonder what they do mean by this black parade. I mean, a lot of people are wearing the color black, but that can't possibly be right. Maybe it has something to do with our deaths? I dunno, but I know I've got all the time in the world to figure is out.
I turn around and see something large in the distance, slowly moving this way. Should I be afraid? Nah, I'm dead, nothing can hurt me. If anything, I want to investigate; who knows, it could be something magical like unicorns and gummy bears.

Doubtful.

We'll carry on, we'll carry on! And though you're broken and defeated, your weary widow marches!

I turn around and start heading towards the large, moving mass. I walk through many people going the same way as me- many of them seem sad. Can't imagine why, this place rocks! "It's because of the ones we've lost." one stops to tell me, almost instantly. At first, I don't understand, but then I realize: he was referring to the living he had to leave once he died. I'm suddenly hit with a pang of sadness. All these people, they all left someone behind when they died- family, friends, lovers.

I'm just a man, I'm not a hero. I'm just a boy, who had to sing this song. I'm just a man, I'm not a hero. I. DON'T. CARE!

I left behind no one when I died, like anyone cared that I was dead. I never even knew my parents. I lived in a damned orphanage until I was 18, I just never got the chance to make friends, find my parents, none of that. Life meant pain to me.

Do or die, you'll never make me! Because the world will never take my heart!

Finally, I come to large group of people standing on ether side of what appears to be a road. They all look anxiously down the road, waiting for something... The whole time, the music just keeps getting louder and louder and louder.
Then I see a parade, one like I have never seen before (not like I've seen a lot of parades)! The music is so loud, I can feel it in the ground, and all the way into my soul.

Its a good feeling though.

Go and try, you'll never break me!

From here, I can see 5 people on the front float, and I can only assume that they're e ones playing this beautiful music. I laugh quietly- they look interesting, I'll have to get to know them.

We want it all, we wanna play this part!

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My story is coming to a close, but do not mourn for me, I was never much in life, and I can promise you, I won't be missed. I was just a waste of space, but now- now I can be something. Just do everything that I didn't- remember: you are beautiful, you are wise, smart, and kind. Leave your mark on the world, and your legend will always burn bright.

Forever.

I look up and smile. For the first time in this life, I am truly happy. I may not know much about love, or death, or anything for that matter. But I do know one thing:

We'll carry on.

Notes

You GUIZ, I just typed that thing in like 30 minutes. But I really hoped you liked it, and I'm sorry about any spelling or grammar errors.

this is pretty much based off of the song and the video.

so ya, you've just witnessed what happens when I get extremely bored....