Every end has a start; and this is the start of their end. Enter a dimension beyond the boundaries of bliss which you indulge in. See, feel and hear. By night and by day we hide from the dangers that lie in the shadows behind the comfort of light. In a place so dark the truth lies deep. It’s this truth that corners us into madness. Shut your eyes to see our world. It speaks to us, the ‘black parade’ .
It beckons our hearths and leads us to a place of pure dark beauty. But still monsters take over us and it consumes our minds. It chases away our sanity and distorts our once pleasant dreams. Exploiting our darkest fears and now we’re like the walking dead.
Like a shadow, darkness never leaves our sight. I feel the light betray me and I’m left sitting all alone in the shadows. Like a concrete shield, they have built a barrier between their world and our hell. You can find us lingering behind the concrete shields and the iron bars which deny us a chance to take back our lives. Emotion raged through me, but not a breath, word, or thought was ever whispered.
I stared blankly into a broken image; which reflected at me a being I couldn’t stop.
The hate breaks through our hearts, even though it is not in our nature; to do so. We can't let go of the hate; the hurt which poisons our dreams. If we keep holding on to our past, our present shall deny us a future, but how to resurrect our core and breathe life in a place so dead?
When beneath it all we lie fallen on the floor. Were through the silence we can hear echoes of haunting voices that call out. It’s like we can’t control the emptiness that rises under. It’s like we’re torn between the thoughts in our heads.
They say that the ‘black parade’ can save us, but we can not wait another century of foreboding nights. We have been sleeping a lifetime, but now we’re going to open our eyes to everything. We have lost ourselves and now we’re on a quest to regain all that has been stolen. I will search for the notorious Kingdom of Immortals.
Forsaking all we fear we shall search beyond the limits we see. Whilst their ignorance brings them bliss, on an imminent end we shall begin, to reveal a tale which so many are bound to, even to this day. We shall lead you down to the depths of the earth right to its core.
Someone once said “The centre of the earth is the end of the world” That’s a chance we must take, even though so many have run away into the mists, never to be seen again. By neither the dead nor the living; forever exiled from their own homes. We are the rebels of suburbia, and we are here to represent a revolution.
We have been waiting for the ‘black parade’ now for eternal, or as we outlaws call them the famous living dead. They are mythical creatures with supernatural powers. They march through the streets of the City of the Dead looking for corpses that they can resurrect back into life. Their a marching band who drum to the beat of broken hearts, their singing a sound that answers the silent crying of the lost, and provide a tomb for the homeless; were they can Rest In Peace.
For you immortals, who just don’t understand, they simply are of a hybrid nature. Half ghost; half vampire. Half dead; half alive.
Their invisible to the eyes of the living like you, but liberating to the eyes of the dead, like us. They appear in the dead of night, when the echo of screaming souls tears apart the atmosphere. Cutting through the skins of the innocent, till the wound eats itself up and throws out nothing but hatred.
Since the myth spread far and wide, no-one has bled to death in the City of the Dead. The ‘black parade’ hold sacred every last drop of blood of every last living creature; that’s been dispelled to the City of the Dead.
