Much like poetry she's a mediator for emotion.
She manages to escape many things but herself,
Trapped in becoming everything society wants her to be
She secretly begs for the attention of a talent that would allow her to just be.

Be someone, anyone that matters.
But she's ashamed
Her eyes are filled with sin,
Her heart lust,
Her mind wonder.

Slowly falling in love with pain.
Slowly being drowned in her addiction to the darkness.
She wonders if its worth it.
She wonders if it makes her more poetic.
Black is poetry.