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Saving the Black Parade 13All the while Frank had just been standing there, looking as though I'd just became a spider again. "Wow," He began. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt that way. You just never seem to tell us exactly how you feel."
"I don't want to worry you." She explained.
"We don't want beautiful lies, no matter how painful the truth might be." Gee told her. That was one of those things easier said than done though.
"Sorry." Adrian apologized. "And if we're being honest, there's a spider on your head."
I glanced at the top of Gerard's head to be sure if she was being honest, or just trying to pull his leg. She was telling the truth though. A quarter sized spider was perched on top of his blonde hair.
"Seriously?" He said, unsure of whether to believe her.
"Yeah." Frank's voice was distant as he back up a few steps.
I sighed. "I've got it." I simply brushed the arachnid into the palm of my hand, and placed in on the floor right outside the room.
"Kill it!" Frank shouted at me.
"No." I'd never killed
Saving the Black Parade 12"Who's up now?" Adrian asked.
"No one." Frank told her with an edge of annoyance in his voice. "It's nearly night, time to go to sleep."
Almost unbelievingly, I looked to the sky. He was right, the sun had all but dipped down below the ground. I pondered the thought of what time of day we must have arrived here today.
I recalled that our raid on Bl/ind started later in the evening. It must have been close to sunset, if not past that, when we all died. When we got here it might have been late morning or even early afternoon.
Had a day already passed? It didn't seem possible.
Then again, we didn't really know too much about the Black Parade. Time could possibly work definitely in the afterlife. This brought up another point to me though.
"Do dead people need to sleep?" I questioned him.
"Well I'm tired."
"You only fought once though." I pointed out.
"Seriously Frank," Ray was backing me up. "You're usually the one who wants to stay up half the night."
I gave him an expectant look. "Fine.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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