This was a poem i wrote a long time ago...

And the night is the dark, and the day is the light,
But I can't agree with it try as i might.

For the dark is my friend, and the light betrays me for who I truly am.
Fear grips my heart and I can't breathe, but at night the darkness brings relief.

As I lay in bed away from my foes,
the moon brings to me the land of dreams and shadows.

The place is full of mystery and nightmares,
But I'd rather be here than in my own personal hell.

The stars I see shining ahead burn against the ink-black sky before dropping down dead. Every lie and every sin, lust, greed and wrath,
Exist no more in my planned death.

And they say the night is the dark and the day is the light,
But I can't agree with them try as I might.


Gerard Way, this is for you.