I don't think anyone else will leave a
vortex as massive as he did -
No one will be able to
fill the ever expanding, vortex-like
and infected wound that absorbs
everything into nothingness.
It itches, it burns, it aches
and swallow me whole among
everything else around.
It's easy to find myself hearing
the wind whispering while it
passes through my hole-filled body,
giving birth to ominously haunting tunes
and telling me evil tales.
Remember that day when you've
told me that life goes on? Indeed it does,
but the itchiness of a scar that
makes you want to wither is often
carried and nursed like a baby during a lifetime.
It was no lie when I told you that
you would last in my life
like an unbreakable glass.
