There's no way to resurrect you,

the only escape from life without your smiling face,

brightening the whole world around you.

I can't live in a world that's missing the sun,

and so I'll fly.

~

Lightyears fly past

Planets, solar systems, galaxies

they spiral by.

Anything to leave that empty world behind.

There's no real light without you,

but no one understands that.

The only place that satisfies is a black hole.

and I'm flying right into it.