Mirror
Part Seven - The End?
(This poem is by Gerard Way, and he requested it be read by his younger brother, Michael, at his funeral.)
Is this really the end of it all?
The black-green-gray dark that follows me around, is that Death?
Or is that my personal rain cloud, waiting to pour down on me on a happy day?
Is this really the beginning?
The blue-white-silver brightness ahead, is that Life?
No, it is not.
That brightness, that is love, and the dark, is hate.
Mikey, I love you.
Is this really the end of it all?
The black-green-gray dark that follows me around, is that Death?
Or is that my personal rain cloud, waiting to pour down on me on a happy day?
Is this really the beginning?
The blue-white-silver brightness ahead, is that Life?
No, it is not.
That brightness, that is love, and the dark, is hate.
Mikey, I love you.
♠ ♠ ♠
NOT at Gee's funeral. He handed it to Mikey after chapter six.