Going Through the Twilight

I stood there and listened to My Chemical Romance
My ears love it more than any other sound out there
“i’m okey, trust me”
that and other tales i tell myself

I sat there
Looking at my right then left
Looking for anything i can recognize but nothing left
only to find strange staring back

Before going back
I wear these mantras once again
as an armor to protect
cause what is inside me is not pretty to look at