Bleeding Ink

Words to capture
The countenance of a million souls.
Her soul bled black ink
Which spilled all over the globe.
Her eyes never left the darkness
And darkness never left her soul.
It pulled her like flames pull moths.
Brightly coloured but flying in the night,
Hidden to all but the knowing eyes.
The eyes which wait glimmering,
Like the black jade shining in her heart.
The coldness which few feel.
The rest are left warm.