He looks peaceful now. It’s funny what a little makeup can do for you. Even after the spark leaves the corpse.

It’s a funeral home, it’s quiet with somber speech and noiseless tears. Reminiceing and smile at the thoughts of times far past, when he used to bounce his small baby boy on his lap, when he set off bottle rockets at the fourth of July. When everyone else knew he was going to die, he refused, and refused, and refused. He lived long after he should have passed.

In Agony, In mind gripping agony. Even as his eyes left him, he survived, even as his legs failed him, he pressed on. But in the end. The very, bitter end. The hourglass emptied, no one is given leave form the sands of time. No One can escape death, not a single being is allowed to dodge the End.---

Fast forward, past the sad words and muttered emotionless words. Past the somber procession of cars, and the quiet weeping by every driver. It was his last ride, and it was in a hearse. I hope he enjoyed himself. Sitting next to me…. Inside the nice box. I found it to be peaceful really, quiet, almost forgiving in the end. Almost. But the knowledge crept up on me thee and filled me slowly, like a slowly leaking faucet with a plugged drain, even the deepest hole will eventually be filled. And it was not the sight of his cold, lifeless flesh, or the slow lowering into the hearse, nor the ride itself, it was a fact, a small insignificant fact that finally got me. I’d never be able to hear him say those words to me. I’d never hear those words that were the only thing I ever wanted.

I know I did so much wrong. I stole, I lied, and I cheated. I made so many sorry I was wronged. I took vengeance in flurry of fists and strangled cries. I never let them forget who it was I am. I am the one they would all forget. The child of the poor. The child now an orphan. You tried your best I know. But in the end, Grades mean little when Honor comes to at such a higher price. I warned them, and they ignored me. They pushed me, they mocked me. They said things about Me, I didn’t care. They said things about Mother, I didn’t care, she left long ago. But when they said it about you. I could not forgive. I could not forget, but I am not sorry.

I only wanted one thing in return, I was all he’d have to have said, was that so much to ask? Really? “Son, I’m proud of you.” In the grand scheme of things, was it so great a demand? I only wish he could see me now. Just as cold as his own corpse laying next to me, still and lifeless, and the fingers of cruel humanity slipped through the hardened exterior. But Daddy, I told you before. And I cannot tell a lie. Now and forever.

Devils Never Cry.

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A/N: I wrote this a few nights ago. it was just a really bad feeling. a lot of the things I write are to get out bad feelings. R&R