honeysuckle and opium

"i am standing in that same spot today
where my angel's empty shell last laid
and as my tears began to well up once more
i see a path into the tree line
that i'd never seen before
i follow it down
into a ravine
find a hole in the earth
framed in the roots of a birch tree
subtle echoes of her voice
speaking words I've never heard
but the way she hissed her "s"'s
i knew it had to be her
i smell honeysuckle
then opium
two of her signature scents
i pull aside
all the thistles and
mesmerized i make my descent
as i crawl further inside
the light slowly dies
and the dirt begins to feel like her skin
i tremble as i drag my fingers down the walls
caressing her sweet flesh again"

Watercolor with digital editing to get the proper feel

I've had this song on for days.