Wondering soul

A soul wonders alone in the dark;
She wears cloths black as night.
In her left hand, she carries a rose that symbolizes despair.
Its thorns begin to rip through her flesh as the passion burns in her veins.
So does the chuck berry blood flow from her wounds tell the thorns on the rose drips blood.
As tears run down her face not of joy or sorrow but that of mixed confusion.
And so the soul grows darker, colder and more isolated in itself.
Her heart is stained with distrust, pain, despairing depression and its own blood.
So she still walks in the dark depths of her soul alone with the darkness as her only friend.