# The confession before the black parade

Author: Angel LeFey
Tags: Death, Other, Poem, song

The wind is cold,

the sky is dark.

I live in a house that is old,

and i hear the sound of a dog's bark

I have no one to play with.

I have been beaten and abbused

To some, I am only a myth.

To others I am nothing but something to be used.

I have lied, cheated and killed.

I have loved, cried, and died.

I was once restless,

I was once sleepless.

Now I am at rest,

Now I am at rest.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/A1p22Mym