I don't know who I am.
I don't know who I've become.
I don't know what's happening.
I don't know who these people are.
I don't know these sounds.
I don't know this place.
I don't know who I am.
No, no,that's wrong.
I know who I am.
I'm Frank Iero.
I've become a S.C.A.R.E.C.R.O.W.
I am going to defeat what's bad about this world.
I know these people as my fellow soldiers.
I know these sounds as the sounds of death and victory.
I know this place as the battlefield.
I am Frank Iero.
No. No, that's not...that's not quite right either.
I.....
I....
I...
I..
I'm Fun Ghoul.
I'm a killjoy.
I'm betraying the people I love.
I know these people as my brothers, and my lover.
I know these sounds as death and hope.
I know this place as home.
I am Fun Ghoul.
It doesn't matter.
Who I am doesn't matter. In the midst of the crisis and unsureness of the human mind, one can only turn to one thing.
Instinct.
My mind had been so distorted and twisted I hardly trusted it at all, but what other choice did I have? The first thing my mind chose was him. Of course it's him.
It's always him.
It's always that dorky,bright, smile and those long fingers and that fluffy hair and that stupid outfit he knows he's the only one in the world that can pull it off.
The closest thing to a genius I have ever seen.
The incredible, beautiful, mind, of a man my brain screams at me to hate but my heart and very being cant seem to.
Him.
The other half.
My prince of the desert.
My love.
My life.
My party poison.
My Gerard Way.
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RandomFrank Iero is a crow for BLi (proudly so) bad his lives couldn't get any better. Having no memory of ever being with the killjoys, he adapts well to civilian life. At least, until Party Poison crashes back into his life riding on a spaceship with a...
