It hurts, doesn't it?
The way nothing really changes No great cataclysms No thunder as the sky rends itself apart The seas don't boil and the land doesn't burn
The world was supposed to end when this died Time should have stopped, at least for that moment There was supposed to be some sort of acknowledgement from the universe Some kind of proof that it mattered That it meant something
But things never work the way they should The world still turns The moon still rises and the sun still sets Everything continues
That's what burns the most, isn't it? No one else saw the supernova No one else blinded by the after image
