DISCLAIMER; Any lyrical reference is not my property. I do not own Gerard Way, Frank Iero, or any characters in this story, but yes, I wish I did. Preface
It all started with the realization,
Our instinct supplies us with reassurance that we are some kind of exception, that death will never lay its cold, icy palm against our back, even though we are swimming one main stream, conforming to one lifestyle, we are taught that we are special. The cold hard truth, is that everyone is taken alive.
And unlike popular believe, love does know boundaries. Death does not.
In the hand of death, the subject of race, age, gender, sexuality, location, religion,and identification all fade into one fact. You are dead.
Nothing matters when you're dead.
And in the end it is just me.