Bleeding Candle Light

Days go by,
still unexplained,
I miss her eyes,
My heart still in pain.

How I miss calling her,
her response still so fresh,
Her hugs to die for,
Now just a piece of flesh.

Her eyes are closed,
her mind is gone
her body is frozen,
her voice is just a song.

How I miss her,
My memory is a candle light.
Her blood dripping like the wax,
Holding on with all my might.

How I miss you mother,
Everyday that passes by.
Still remains harder,
Knowing that you died.

Oh how I miss you,
My memory is a candle light.
Your blood dripping like the wax,
Holding on with all my might.