The *** of Gerard Way
Life Is A Perception Of Your Own Reality
Gerard lay on the side of a dirt road.
How he got there, he had no idea.
He stared at a flower next to him.
It's white petals hung limply over it's stem.
They heard me.
He watched as a drop of water slid down it's bright petals.
They fucking heard me.
This was fucking great. Except that Gerard's brother was in danger and he had no idea what he was supposed to do.
He now knew part of what was going on, but he didn't know the rest.
This, he had to find out.
It was his duty to find out.
Gerard smiled. It was sounding like The Matrix.
"I am the Chosen One." He told the flower. "Obey me."
The flower's petals waved as the wind blew.
"Yes, that's right," He praised. "I am your master."
He couldn't help but scoff at himself.
He was talking to a flower, for Christ's sake.
"Ah, I don't give a piss." He muttered. "You're a very pretty flower, anyway.... even if you are missing a couple of leaves, and the way you're limping... I don't mind that."
The flower didn't respond.
"I guess I should go save my brother's life."
He didn't know why he was acting like this.
Comic relief. It does wonders to the human mind.
He sighed and pulled himself up. He stretched his limbs and stared at his surroundings.
"Okay, little flower, just one question before I go," He looked down at the flower.
It waved again.
"Where the hell am I?"
The wind shifted and the flower blew...
It pointed east.
"Thanks." He said.
And with that, he set off walking east.
How he got there, he had no idea.
He stared at a flower next to him.
It's white petals hung limply over it's stem.
They heard me.
He watched as a drop of water slid down it's bright petals.
They fucking heard me.
This was fucking great. Except that Gerard's brother was in danger and he had no idea what he was supposed to do.
He now knew part of what was going on, but he didn't know the rest.
This, he had to find out.
It was his duty to find out.
Gerard smiled. It was sounding like The Matrix.
"I am the Chosen One." He told the flower. "Obey me."
The flower's petals waved as the wind blew.
"Yes, that's right," He praised. "I am your master."
He couldn't help but scoff at himself.
He was talking to a flower, for Christ's sake.
"Ah, I don't give a piss." He muttered. "You're a very pretty flower, anyway.... even if you are missing a couple of leaves, and the way you're limping... I don't mind that."
The flower didn't respond.
"I guess I should go save my brother's life."
He didn't know why he was acting like this.
Comic relief. It does wonders to the human mind.
He sighed and pulled himself up. He stretched his limbs and stared at his surroundings.
"Okay, little flower, just one question before I go," He looked down at the flower.
It waved again.
"Where the hell am I?"
The wind shifted and the flower blew...
It pointed east.
"Thanks." He said.
And with that, he set off walking east.