She's in terror in Poetry

Her eyes
Are crystalized in terror
Forced to drink
The poison of life
Unable to speak
Amplified emotions build up
Until it dies on the inside
Paralyzed in petrified fright

She walks around
Stealing the digits
Of those who live
Free from their eyes
Unaware of her powerful mind
She enters their blood
Portioning them off
One at a time

She uses their blood
To cast a spell of hate
Depressed
In suicidal straps
Carving wrists
While breathing a red rose
To take away the stench of death

She once had
A heart of compassion
That provided her
All sorts of passions
Drowning in desire
In her final hour
The images scar her soul
Pressed so far inside
She does not know
If she wants to live
Another life