She sits at the corner of a dusty room just beneath the ground. She tried to touch the bruise on her cheek but the throbbing pain was too much. She now believed that she's alive...

...Seven candles
and the sixth reminds him
of mommy
if only she's here
then the flames
would light
a better eighth...

...A bloodless sunlight struggled to reach her through a small window. She denied the calling as she sank into the nightmare. She never believed in hell 'til now...

...It was a night
when the moon wasn't suppose
to run red
she was gone
"I miss you..."
he heard himself whisper...

...An old wooden chair creaked as it carried her burden. She looked at the floor and the teardrops that stained the dust. She wore a devil's halo on her neck. She let go. Not to feel the breathing ground again...

...He blows the candle
with sadness
If only his wishes would
come true...
He is too young
to sit
under the rain
alone...