Black Dripping Paint

Her soul, damned for all eternity
Heart is scarred forever more,
I see she holds black dripping paint
And walks right out the door

She draws the lines; the borders
I gape with widened eyes,
Her face it glowers in the dark
The paint brings out the lies.

Slowly, she pours it on her body
It splashes towards the ground,
And relatively her lips move...
But from them comes no sound.

Her hands hold black dripping paint;
The darkened color of her heart,
Her palms, she faces towards me,
Where sorrows form an art.

[(Written for a contest. =) I was debating whether this goes under dark or sad poems...)]