There's no hole inside his chest even when he has killed; but there's also no hope inside his gorgeous hazel eyes. There's a horrible smirk in his face and tons of thoughts of vengance and hateful unrequited love.
He's not going to ask for comfort. He knows none. Instead he's going to feel and feel as if something is ripping his soul out of him. There's no hole yet, but there's a lot of pain and suffer.
His sorrow will know no limit and he cursed shall remain, because there's no happiness without his death.
But he will be beautiful as always.
