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."
