August 9th, 2008 at 06:19pm
I am depression.
Way to start a KTF!:cheese:
Powerful, inescapable statement.
I am the dead sharp knife plunging through your racing heart when someone says ‘say cheese’ for a picture on which you always look like a two hundred year old zombie.
I am the addiction through which you dig your own grave.
I am self-destruction.
And so it goes further. It's so heavily embroiled in the idea of death, and yet it comes off as angry. I think it's the definitiveness of it. There's no getting around the cold hard fact of what these words are saying. This person is everything someone might fear, everything some will battle on a daily basis.
“I want to fly to this… this place where people are happy, where everyone’s happy. You and I, we’ll be happy too! Come and fly with me!”
“People can’t fly, Gerard. You’ll crash.”
“That’s the point.”
Ack. It's so blunt, so realistic. Most people would just aspire to flight, to escapade, and yet Gerard here is just facing the truth of life, dealing with the fact that once you begin to fly, you'll never fly again. It's a one-trick wonder with a single destination.
I am the man who’s special.
I am extraordinary.
I am Wolverine in a human form. In a perfect form, too.
I am a human, with X-men powers and no flaws at all.
But I am forever disappointing.
I am change.
It's a completely different tone, in these statements. Well, at least the first four.
Are these just the perceptions given to him by his fans?
Were the first set of statements the truth he could see in himself?
But I am forever disappointing.
Does his grey reality simply not lived up to the euphemised, glorified god which some have made him into? Is he disappointing because he's not all someone else has made him to be? Is he disappointing for just being who he really is?
There is no such thing as a child in me anymore. It was brutally murdered. People like you slowly stabbed it to death. The poor thing was left alone to slowly and painfully bleed to death. It’s people like you that are cruel murderers.
No holds barred here then :cheese:
I'm not sure whether he's just furious, or bringing more reality to the phrase of 'brutal honesty'. That and a whole bunch of mindblowing metaphor and description :mrgreen:
I ran down the corridors, singing “I am the Panda King!”
After creating a Panda King dance, I dropped myself in the floor only to burst out in hysterical laughter.
I do worry for his sanity sometimes. But then again, this raises a question mark about the success of the fan murder of his inner child. Is it really all that dead? Or does it resiliently battle on at some times, bringing itself out in all its child-like glory? Does it shine through the grey, only to be met by disdain?
The world is emptiness.
It is darkness and terror.
It is tears and fears.
It is bleeding hearts and bodies.
It is forgetfulness.
It is lost hope and lost faith.
This links back to the start so well. You went from this, to fake praise, to a flashback of true rejection, and then back to this; harsh reality. The grey as it always really was. And fhdusafd, it's awesome to read.
I am insanity and the long forgotten endless love for one five-pieced band.
You are queen of mindblowing endings.
And yay for me not taking 22 days to write this comment :lmfao
:arms:
It was effective, anyway, it just confused me a little. I still loved the story though
I'll go now :tehe: