Half a year ago one bright, young life ended through an own hand. Daul, you may have gone but you are not forgotten.
"...Remembering you running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and whiter than the snow
And screamed at the make-believe, screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage to let it all go
Remembering you fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone-white, so delicate, lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark
Remembering you how you used to be slow-drowned
You were angels, so much more than everything
Hold for the last time, then slip away quietly
Open my eyes but I never see anything..."
Extract from 'Pictures of You' by The Cure, Lyrics by Robert Smith
Art and scan by me from my blog