I'm not really sure what to call this one...

I went to kiss her but her lips had gone cold,
She saw A Devil draw His needle and She sold off Her Soul.
Now She's cold and She's blue in that Devils embrace,
With Solace and Oblivion shone there on her face.
I wonder what she ran from that took her to That.
What woes came in life that made Her turn it to black?
Nobody will know now, though they'll think they do.
Nobody really knew Her cause she never told the truth.
I only saw through Her pain and her lies,
But could I say I knew her? No. But I tried.