Her name is plague

She comes with pain

She brings sorrow and many years of depression

These are her gifts

She is from atrocity and is the most beautiful

She loves and cares

She feels and dreams

She is not of this world

No one can have her

She is too deadly

Her kiss is a poison made from darkness

But yet she loves and feels

She can only bring pain

But she loves and feels

She is the blackest of nights

She is the pedals of a rose dripping with blood

Her name is insanity

She comes with hastings and thoughts of cutting

Cutting the deepest whole that no one entity can make whole again

Her blood ridden eyes leak drops of wet, black, diamonds of pain

People stare at her with blank faces

Hoping to get a reaction and are not rewarded

Her name is mistrust and now she has been laid to rest