I am S.H

 Her bed of nightmares floats out in space,
Laden with horror and trimmed with black lace.
Her distorted spine dances in the moonlight,
Echoes of a forgotten song ricochet in the night.

A falling star plummets before her eyes,
And in that moment strips her of her disguise.
A heart of black appears shredded in her core,
And from it thick,black ink oozes to the floor.

A delicate ribbon of thought constricts her soul,
Chaining her broken spirit,the colour of coal.
She tries to fight the demons reaching out to her,
But they choke her and make her disappear.

So she floats out in space on her bed of a nightmare,
She once had when she thought she would dare,
To flee from her horror and run to heaven's arm,
But not even angels can save her from her self-inflicted harm.