There’s a great gaping hole where a god incarnate used to be.
The emptiness stirs my head, heart, and cunt. An all consuming ache attaining apotheosis.
I knelt before the false god and offered up your heart. My platitudes filled the void your heart could not. Your heart was not shaped like a god, merely a boy.
I have examined the void and destroyed my platitudes. You are absolved of my worship. The idol of you was perfect. No one was listening to my prayers.