Mikey Way is Love, Mikey Way is Life

I was only nine years old.
I loved Mikey Way so much, I had all the posters and merchandise.
I pray to Mikey Way every night before I go to bed, thanking him for the life I've been given.
"Mikey Way is love," I say. "Mikey Way is life."
My dad hears me and calls me an emo faggot.
I knew he was just jealous of my devotion for Mikey Way.
I called him a cunt.
He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep.
I'm crying now, and my face hurts.
I lay in bed and it's really cold.
Suddenly, I feel a warmth moving towards me.
It's Mikey Way! I am so happy.
He whispers in my ear,

"This is my chemical romance."

He grabs me with his strong, bass-playing hands and puts me on my hands and knees.

I'm ready.

I spread my ass cheeks for Mikey Way. He penetrates my butthole.
It hurts so much, but I do it for Mikey Way.
I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water.
I push against his force. I want to please Mikey.
I can hear my toaster exploding as he fills my butt with his love.
My dad walks in.
Mikey looks him in the eye and says, "I'm okay now."

Mikey Way leaves through my window.

Mikey Way is love, Mikey Way is life.

I'm not okay... I promise.