In a dark world filled with evil, there lived a little girl

Her heart was old and worn like this desolate forsaken world

She was old as dirt and looked like Death

She dreamt of breathing her last breath

In all that darkness in the deep recesses of her house

Where it was locked so tightly there was no room even for a mouse

She kept to herself the only light left, the only thing that kept her hope

A little white box containing her life's rope

But when the other jealous and filled with rage found it they cut the rope with a blunt blade

Once the deed was done the perpretrator took off their mask and facade

It was her own mother snuffing out her light

And with one last smile the girl gave up the fight for her life