Here I stand in the wake of your aftermath

My eyes watering from sorrow and the thick black smoke of your embers

Such destruction, so beautiful

And you knew it all along

Perhaps I did as well, but hell I would of denied it

Because your collective idea manifested itself as a personification

And it became my hero

It saved my life and more

This conceptual figure composed of each frequency

You sang, they played, and multiple men kept drums in rhythm

Not only did it due as you intended

But it gave me even more

This hero became a center piece between my love and I

We both had the privilege of being saved by him

He composed of them, a band

Who knew just what we needed to hear

And what we needed to hear was that it was okay

To not be okay, that we were not in this alone

We could go down like our hero

In A blaze of glory in a hail of bullets

You taught me to find beauty in tragedy

You gave thousands like my love and I an anthem to sing proudly

And you did so, without compromise

No surrender, No fucking shit

How fitting it is that this Hero eventually fell

Like a modern day Shakespeare, a timeless frame around a moment in time

His rise and fall a masterpiece

And I’m so proud to have been part of it

Here I stand in the wake of your aftermath

I reach down to retrieve the brightest burning ember that catches my eye

A soft orange glow that reflects

The memories and inspiration you gave me

I don’t take this hero’s lesson lightly,

In fact if it’s any consolation, you’ve planted in me a desire

To carry on his legacy

In memory and inspiration

Forever in debt,

Forever Rock & Roll,

Forever in love

-Written Shortly After My Chemical Romance Disbanded