This is a songfic dedication to Albert Heinrich. The song is "Immortal" by Evanescence, my most loved song that make me cry every time I listen to it. I inserted one of my current favourite quotes by 'Albert' Einstein as well (ironic?). I hope you like it.



My Immortal





He didn't have to be told. He knew already. The mangled body . . . the blood streaming down from her . . . washed away by the rain . . .

Motionless . . .

That was enough.

Him as well, the blood streamed from his body and mouth. His time was coming.

Reaching with his blood-stained hand, he held onto her.

Soon . . .

Just close your eyes . . .

Just . . .

close . . .

your . . .

. . .

* * *

I'm so tired of being here.
Suppressed by all my childhood fears.
And if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just leave.
Cause your presence still lingers here,
and it won't leave me alone.

* * *

In grief, man wastes his life. The face so pale and quiet, withering away in the shadows like a lily that has been blocked of the sun's brilliance



Why so pale?

You envision with thoughts of her. Some days you reach to grasp the hand that is not there, and yearn to hold her in your embrace once more.

So why so pale?

There she stands before your eyes.

It is a dream, you know, but you don't move to grasp her hand nor hold her in your embrace.

No . . . The hallucinations have done nothing but drive all sanity to hell for Satan to torture.

* * *
These wounds won't seem to heal,
this pain is just too real,
there's just too much that time cannot erase.

* * *

Why must there be mourning? You loved her did you not?

Then valediction should not have done this to you. Truly, wasting your time in sorrow of her departure is an insult to your bond of Love, for Love is beyond the physically tangible and visible. For when a man and woman verily Love each other, they become one flesh, a ring with no beginning nor end, and so they are not parting entirely. . .

* * *
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have...
All of me.

* * *

The Love you have is unexplainable. Love, altogether, can never possibly be explained through written words upon a piece of paper.



Realize . . . that she is living in paradise. She is at a place we all desire to be. There, she has eternal life and walks with the Lord in peace and will never feel pain.

* * *
You used to captivate me by your resonating mind,
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind.
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice has chased away all the sanity in me.
* * *

Why so pale?

Truly, she is gone from the world you live in, but she is now living in a world of no suffering. A place where you are free of war. A place where everyone wants to be.



We should rejoice. Be relieved that she is alive again in heaven to eternal life.

Do not dread or believe that Death has conquered

Instead, believe that Death will die when Death has killed you, for when you die, you shall be in paradise and rejoin with your Lord and the departed.

* * *

These wounds won't seem to heal,
this pain is just too real,
there's just too much that time cannot erase.
* * *

The death bell shall toll for us all.

So pray not only for her, but keep the others that have departed in our hearts as well as you would to a brother and sister.



And remember . . . be the lily that lives only for a single day, not the tree that stands tall and bulky, towering over the earth. For duration is not a test of worth.

* * *

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have...
All of me.
* * *

Look around. Look to the paradise you have with you. You may not have to search far to find it. Discover the fortune you have before it is lost and never to be found again.

In the midst of it all the burdens, you watch your loved ones. You've seen them suffer, you've seen them cry, their joys and heard their laughter. They have kept you alive. You watch them grow.



* * *

I tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone.
But though you're still with me,
I've been alone all along.

* * *

Life is difficult, yes, we all know . . .

Life is never fair, no, it is not . . .

Life is a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved . . .

* * *
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
I held your hand through all of these years.
* * *

It is not your time to go . . .

You cannot come here . . . not yet . . .

. . .

When . . . ? When will we be together again . . . ?

. . .

I will always be with you . . .

It is time . . . to open your eyes . . .



* * *

But you still have...
All of me.



Has his eyes opened?

I tell you . . . If he has never opened his eyes, then I have never written this piece at all.