White, snow falls

I'm left alone in the dark

The while lights twinkle behind the stained glass

Screams sound from each corner of four walls.

Shivers and trembles, radiate throughout my body

My feet move by themselves
leading me down a dark hallway

I come to a stop, my eyes surrounded by darkness.

My heartbeat sounding through my ears

In front stands a painting of two people

No more, no less a part of a lost memory

A girl, and a girl with three lovely wings.

Reaching out my hand, it glides over the paint

Not yet dry, not yet wet

The mix of smells of what's lingering

Until my eyes snap open and nothing’s left.

Can I get some help on what to do next. Still not used to adding and taking away.