29 June 2012
Now come one. Come all to this tragic affaire. Wipe off that makeup what's in his dispaire. So throw on the black dress mix in with the lot. You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not. If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out first hand what it's like to be me. So gather round piggies and kiss this goodbye. I'd encourage your smiles I expect you wont cry. Another contusion my funeral jag. Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag. You've got front row seats to the penitence ball. When I grow up I wanna be nothing at all...
~MCR
The End • Opuss № I