Black nails,

Pale hands,

Holding rails,

Darkness stand.

She is chaos,

No white lines,

Loves like eros,

Hate only shines.

She likes dead flowers,

Rooting like her soul,

And that's her powers,

Putting dark in hole.

Her curly dirty black hair,

And her sexy dark clothes,

She said life's not fair,

So everything is she loathes.