In this farewell, there's no blood, there's no alibi.

I held back bitter laughter. I wished there wouldn't be blood. But this was the quickest, least painful way to do this…without mangling my body too terribly, that is. Every man, boy, woman and girl who left before others saw fit in my family had an open-casket funeral. Blowing my brains out with a gun, for example, wouldn't be such a great sight for my final viewing.

'Cause I've drawn regret from the truth of a thousand lies.

I'd lied to millions of people. Contrary to what you may think, I have a conscience; which I had disregarded blatantly during those months, and for what? To be pushed (painfully, I might add) down a volcano by my one love? To win a prize that was useless for the fact that love and happiness were priceless and couldn't be bought?

So let mercy come and wash away what I've done. I'll face myself. To cross out what I've become. Erase myself. And let go of what I've done.

Put to rest what you thought of me, while I clean this slate with the hands of uncertainty.

Like I said; I have…I had…a conscience. I truly had loved Heather. I regretted my actions in that horrible game…I thought of myself as a monster, forever living in my older brother's shadow. I'd tried to apologize…to all of them I could reach, but from very few was I forgiven. I'd tried to leave a clean slate, but in all fairness, it's understandable for them to hate me.

So let mercy come and wash away what I've done. I'll face myself. To cross out what I've become. Erase myself. And let go of what I've done.

For what I've done. I start again. And whatever pain may come. TODAY this ends. I'm forgiving what…I've…done…
I'll face myself. To cross out what I've become. Erase myself. And let go of what I've done.

[A/N]: I've had this in some deep, dark corner of my documents for a long time…aka, about a week. But that's long for me. Stinkin' writing projects… It was originally going to be a oneshot, but, in order to follow the lyrics of the songs, I'm making it a two or threeshot (one shot, two shots, three shots, four shots. All I hear is gunshots; this is where the fun stops! Bodies Drop, hit the floor, everybody hit the door! Somebody's lickin' shots off!) (If you can tell me where/who that's from/by, you are officially amazing).

I'll be using "Tourniquet" next chapter. It just consists of his death…fun; I know…actually, it is xP

This will probably only be a twoshot. Unless I get a request to do a funeral…but I probably won't, I hate funerals; they're boring! I mean no disrespect to the dead and all, but if we're 'celebrating their life', why is it so…dreary?

Before I'm asked, these are NOT my own emotions, trust me! I can't lie to people without wondering what they'd say if they found out the truth… Let alone be anything like what I described.

~CynicalSquid~