It\'s like a whirlpool.
A black hole of one kind.
You are sucked in,
Whether you want it or not.
It\'s like the graveyard,
Made of stones and cement,
Where they bury the loved,
Who were alive once like they were.
It\'s like an ending,
Of a movie still alive.
It is beautiful,
But it still has the words, \'The end.\'
It\'s like being lonely,
By choice or by chance,
You need the silence,
But the void still haunts your insides.
It\'s like the melody,
That dies a beautiful death.
In harmony, it came,
In sustenance, it is erased.
It\'s like nothing.
Nothing, but a whole lot more.
A nothing that leaves,
Everything but nothing behind.
It\'s like me,
It\'s like you,
It\'s like time,
That plays the end tune.