Raining on the black parade, golden kingdom gone. Necklaces hang like corpses at her throat, your corpse a ring on her finger. Too many words. Joy, yet suffering. Tears. So many tears.  Salt and pepper father worries about her, alone in her room. She's crying, he guesses. I'm not crying, she sobs. Someone else is. They're just using my eyes. Please only be sleep he needs, please only be sleep he needs. Exhaustion, sickness, sick of being exhausted of the pain. A happy house across town with lights and crying. Two years, four years, ten years. She can't wait any longer. A lifetime beginning, while she sits like the statue she used to be, face a fountain, pondering the lifetime he has left. Love sweet love, why do you have to be so bitter. She begs him stay . . . stay . . . stay.