Heart Full of Wine

A young lady was lying on a chair
Her skin was pale and dry
All cracked up and translucent,
A chrysalis of glass
Her hands were joined, her fingers coiled,
She was all wrapped in dust
Between her arms and her ribs, a hole
Her heart was full of loss
She passed the line between pain and love
Her face soon turned dry
Once she sat, she never moved again
Her heart was full of wine
Sad visions from her life
Are haunting this abandoned house
From the walls to the bleak garden
Everything seems to be wrapped in the past
She passed so many hours thinking about his hands
They should have been so soft and smooth
He was already dead, in her womb
She passed the line between pain and love
Her face soon turned dry
Once she sat, she never moved again
Her heart was full of wine
She passed the line between pain and love
Her blood turned black and sweet
‘Cause her heart was wine
Her hands were nailed between each other
She lost a piece of her fragile soul
With her dead child, it’s gone
Her heart was wine
Her heart was full of wine
She cried so many times
Thinking about his hands
Silently, she died alone
Abandoned
Her life breath seemed to spread
To the plants around her house
Devouring it like a rotting corpse
Life and Death have never been so close
She passed the line between pain and love
Her face soon turned dry
Once she sat, she never moved again
Her heart was full of wine