Edward Elric here! Just wanted to give you some better stuff than that crap that Dolly was giving you. But then she got this major puppy face. Damn, she's just like Al. Anyway, she made me give back her laptop. BUT I am telling her what to type. But I think she's not exactly getting everything because she's so fucking slow! HA! So here's a little… what do you call 'em? Ficlets? Poems? Whatever.

Oh, and I think I'll let her do it now… I wanna go see Roy!

Dolly: ooo!

Ed: SHUP!

Dolly: have fun!

Ed: GAH!

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When I was a young boy my father

took me into the city

to see a marching band

He said 'Son when you grow up,

would you be, the savior of the broken,

the beaten and the damned?'

He said 'Will you, defeat them,

your demons, and all the non-believers,

the plans that they have made?

Because one day I'll leave you

a phantom to lead you in the summer

to join the Black Parade.'

My father would never approve of him; he's a male for Pete's sake. But I don't really care. My father never really stuck around long enough to get to know me anyway.

WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY,

MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY

TO SEE A MARCHING BAND!

HE SAID 'SON WHEN YOU GROW UP,

WOULD YOU BE, THE SAVIOUR OF THE BROKEN,

THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED?!'

But I always felt his presence pushing me. Like I needed it; I've got the best support a guy could ask for. My lover…

Sometimes I get the feeling

She's watching over me

And other times I feel like I should go

And through it all; the rise and fall,

the bodies in the streets

And when you come we watch you want to know

But I fee like he might leave me, because this war is going on. I don't want him to go; I need him here with me. I want him here with me.

We'll carry on

We'll carry on

and though you're singing, god believe me

Your memory will carry on

You'll carry on

And in my heart I can't contain it

The end of world is waiting.

He says that even if he does go, I should be sad. I'm too old for tears, anyway. But I can't bare the thought of being without him. But I need to hang onto the memories that I do have, even if they are few and far between.

Your romances you reel in from decimated dreams

Your misery and hate will kill us all!

So paint it black and take it back

And let's shout aloud at prayer!

Defy unto the end we hear the call!

I hope they can forgive me, for all that I have done to them. The lies, the fake smiles… I can't bare to look them in the eyes. Dammit, why did HE have to go?

So carry on

We'll carry on

and though you're singing, god believe me

Your memory will carry on

And carry on

And though you're broken and defeated

Your weary widow marches

I have to force a smile to get through the day. I hate the lies. I loath the days I live.

On and on we carry through the fears

Disappointed faces of your peers

Take a look at me

Cause I could not care at all

They keep giving me pity glances, like they know how I feel. I know they don't, they know they don't… why do they pretend to care?

Do or die

You'll never make me

Because I won't

You'll never take my heart

And though they try

They'll never break me

They want it all

They wanna break this heart

I think they're trying to break me down; get me out of my denial. But I know you're gone. Heh, I'm talking to the wall again; no one else is here.

I won't explain

Or say I'm sorry

I'm not ashamed

I'm gonna show my scar

Give the chair

Now while I'm broken

Listen here!

And listen to me!

I should die, shouldn't I? I could be with you sooner. Damn, why do you bring it up all the time? No, I am NOT going crazy.

I'm just a man,

I'm not a hero

Just a boy

Now let him sing this song

I'm just a man

I'm not a hero

I don't care

"Please let me in, Roy!"

"NO! You're not real!"

"Yes I am, Roy! Now please, let me in!"

"You're a fake!"

"I'm just a man, Roy!"

"You're dead!"

"DAMMIT, ROY!"

We'll carry on

We'll carry on

And though you're singing, god believe me

Your memory will carry on

You'll carry on

And though you're broken and defeated

Your weary widow marches on!

"You're dead." I need to tell it that he's dead. I can't bare to see him alive; it's too much for my broken heart.

Do or die

You'll never make me

Because I won't

You'll never take my heart

And though they try

They'll never break me

They want it all

They wanna break this heart

You tell me to move on, I tell you to rot in hell. I don't believe in hell, so that doesn't do a lot of good now, does it?

Do or die

You'll never make me

Because I won't

You'll never take my heart

And though they try

They'll never break me

They want it all

They wanna break this heart

"You promised to wait. I said I'd never forget you. You didn't believe me, did you? You forgot our promise, to wait forever. You left me wondering, out in the rain. I ran to the door, and you closed it in my face. I rang the doorbell, and you fired the gun."

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Inspired by MCR's 'welcome to the black parade'

Made by Dolly, in a time of pure pissed-ness.

While reading, I hope you not only thought of who the person was, but struggles in your own life. And of course, the ones you miss, or those around you losing people.

Dedicated to my friend, Brody, who is having a difficult time with homo-phobic losers. And to all having issues like that, good luck.

"I'm straight, but I support gay marriage. Because marriage is about love, not about gender."

"Love is blind, love sees no gender."