Final goodbye was never said,
Diamonds and rubies rolling down
Stories not yet to be told and
never to be told evermore.

Silent fires
Ashes rising
Not a single breath
Not a single word
No smiles
No laughs

You have left
For evermore

I know that I should let you out of my head
to leave you to rest in your porcelain bed

But the memories I hold, will not go away
Only remind me of pain, remind me of ...

trees with its hands open on top of stacked pillows

As the piercing breeze fluttered through the opened windows, the curtains quavered in the air. A sickening and irksome odor walked about the room, coming gently through the mists. As morning came, and the shadows turned aglow, the trembling candlelight danced its last dance and soared up into the ceiling. And there my one and only daughter lied; Elina, bloody in her looks, and cold in blood. She was deceased and had become no more.
 
Elina was my first...