Her Only Wish

One small jar,
with one small soul,
her wish is a scar,
her life has a goal.

the meaning of which,
is unexplained,
I\'ll never know,
I don\'t haunt her brain.

Peices of red glass,
fallen beneath her,
such a mess,
without a cure.

This girl was in love,
but her lover was killed,
this confused brain,
death thoughts,
now fill.

She was the one,
who stayed home at night,
morbid things chasing her,
in her house,
such a fright.

never she told a single human,
for more nails might be drilled in her heart.

But always a wonder why he had to depart...

a laugh,
now an age ago,
only one goal,
her only wish,
was to sell,
her poor deranged soul...