Her eyes are black. Her lips are blue, what she searches for is not part of this world. She needs release, she needs the blood, she needs her words unmarked and unstained . She can not conform to this earthly plane. She is of nature of the sky of the heaven above and the hell beneath. She waved goodbye in her final dream with a cold blade in her hand. And the earth shook and the trees fell the flowers lost their color to match the paleness of her skin. Her memory forever buried in the water and the wind.
