Bleeding Candle Light Revised

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.