“Let me tell you how the story ends, where the good guys die and the bad guys win. It doesn’t matter how many friend you make, but the graffiti they write on your grave.”
– Gerard Way
Poetry is for the dead.
Mocking, that’s what he said.
As life pours from my pen,
His word echoes, poetry is for the dead.
Life breathed through the written instead
He repeated, poetry is for the dead.
New beginnings from what is read
Poetry is more than for the dead