When the Savior Is Damned
Prologue
It was beyond the makeup, the pale powder white as death, or the red or black shadow that encircles his eyes, making him appear a demon, or a ghost; immortal beings he idolized because of their invincibility, their hardness, their cruel beauty.
It was beyond the lyrics he writes, morbid and violent and graphic, sometimes exceeding explicit because words can’t express him fully anymore.
It was beyond the smoking, the booze, the drugs, or the fucking around; fleeting taboo pleasures that satisfy for only a few accursed moments, it seems.
It was beyond his anger, his despair, and his negativity, which he sometimes takes out on them because he couldn’t keep them locked inside any longer; like a disease, it eats him away and as a vengeance he seeks to infect others so he wouldn’t suffer alone.
And for all the things the rest of the world thought he was, Gerard Way wasn’t beyond suicide.
It was a pity no one listened to his little brother, Mikey, who was the only one who thought so.
It was beyond the lyrics he writes, morbid and violent and graphic, sometimes exceeding explicit because words can’t express him fully anymore.
It was beyond the smoking, the booze, the drugs, or the fucking around; fleeting taboo pleasures that satisfy for only a few accursed moments, it seems.
It was beyond his anger, his despair, and his negativity, which he sometimes takes out on them because he couldn’t keep them locked inside any longer; like a disease, it eats him away and as a vengeance he seeks to infect others so he wouldn’t suffer alone.
And for all the things the rest of the world thought he was, Gerard Way wasn’t beyond suicide.
It was a pity no one listened to his little brother, Mikey, who was the only one who thought so.