Our Last Day
Your cold hand in mine. Starring into your deep grey eyes. Our breaths are clear in the cold air. The zombies in my head are dying to get out. We are trapped in our love. You say to me that we could just drive to The End of The World, and get it over with. Our hearts are exploding from desire. He is everything we ever wanted, but now we know. We will never have this guy.
The letter we have written is soaked from our bitter tears. The World will never approve of us, no matter what. This is our last rainy day.
We’ve got everything we need, before we get on our Last Trip, to The End of The World, where we’ll find our peace. The World has been a bitch to us for too long. We’ve had enough. Can’t and won’t take this crap any longer.
We get on the bus, with the wires in our bag. The ghettoblaster in the seat. Holding each others hands, knowing that soon our pain will be gone. We’ve stopped crying, and there’s smiles on our faces. We know that we won’t suffer much longer. Soon we’re by the tree on the hill. We’ve posted the letter. But our families won’t get it before it’s too late. Thet’s the point. We are the broken, the beatened and the damned.
The tree on the hill is as dead as our insides. There’s snow falling in our hair. The sun is sparkling beautifully in the snow on the dead grass. We’re glad that this is the last place we will ever see from this World. We’re smiling at each other.
We turn on the ghettoblaster on the ground. Puts on “Demolition Lovers” by My Chemical Romance, and starts binding the wires around the sticks in the tree. When we’re done we take each others hands, put our arms around each other, for one last hug. One last cry. To the sound of Gerard Way’s beautiful voice.
Finally we’re on the chairs. The wires around our necks. Our breaths are clear in the cold winter air. I can feel your hand in mine. I look at you, and I see your beautiful steel-grey eyes staring back at me.
We start counting, still looking into each others eye. On the count of three we jump together. We can feel our necks breaking. Everything goes black. We can hear the sweet sound of Gerard singing:
“And as we’re touching hands, I’ll see your eyes. I’ll meet your eyes. I mean this… forever..!”
And we’re gone.
This is the end for us.
Forever…
The letter we have written is soaked from our bitter tears. The World will never approve of us, no matter what. This is our last rainy day.
We’ve got everything we need, before we get on our Last Trip, to The End of The World, where we’ll find our peace. The World has been a bitch to us for too long. We’ve had enough. Can’t and won’t take this crap any longer.
We get on the bus, with the wires in our bag. The ghettoblaster in the seat. Holding each others hands, knowing that soon our pain will be gone. We’ve stopped crying, and there’s smiles on our faces. We know that we won’t suffer much longer. Soon we’re by the tree on the hill. We’ve posted the letter. But our families won’t get it before it’s too late. Thet’s the point. We are the broken, the beatened and the damned.
The tree on the hill is as dead as our insides. There’s snow falling in our hair. The sun is sparkling beautifully in the snow on the dead grass. We’re glad that this is the last place we will ever see from this World. We’re smiling at each other.
We turn on the ghettoblaster on the ground. Puts on “Demolition Lovers” by My Chemical Romance, and starts binding the wires around the sticks in the tree. When we’re done we take each others hands, put our arms around each other, for one last hug. One last cry. To the sound of Gerard Way’s beautiful voice.
Finally we’re on the chairs. The wires around our necks. Our breaths are clear in the cold winter air. I can feel your hand in mine. I look at you, and I see your beautiful steel-grey eyes staring back at me.
We start counting, still looking into each others eye. On the count of three we jump together. We can feel our necks breaking. Everything goes black. We can hear the sweet sound of Gerard singing:
“And as we’re touching hands, I’ll see your eyes. I’ll meet your eyes. I mean this… forever..!”
And we’re gone.
This is the end for us.
Forever…