She is chaos
she is order,
both high and low
a tattoo under
everyone's skin.

She is death
and life
at the same time

She is everything empty
but you won't see her
like a void-

pitch black,
was her soul painted
yet, she is light incarnate
completely complicated

She is fear
and love
and hate;
bittersweet,
black coffee
with too much sugar in it