A knock on the door, cold entered the room.
A shiver down the spine, cold despite the fireplace.
A sun depraved flower, cold from withering to waste.
I could only remember that all I wanted to do was protect her from death's constant gardening.
I whispered her everything would be alright; I thought so at least...
Scarlet droplets signaled for her to leave, porcelain white the tea cups do speak. - Believe
On this, the second day I watched as death watched through the frost covered windowpane, shaking his finger in a mocking way.
A jump? Why did I jump as the candle relaxed and coasted into the breeze, perhaps to rest for a while...
A pain in my face, watching and waiting for her last breath to take.
A silence unlike any I've experienced, it was so loud, roaring like absolute isolation.
I once spoke to her in positive gestures, now I find here upon the third day my patience has begun to dissipate.
I whispered to her, please take God's hand and be eternally saved.