The Corrupted Painted Saint

A friend who entered my life several years ago.

Feels like I've known her for a life, across several lifetimes.

A kind soul who aided other weird and unique spirits.

Forms a group for the misfits and the outcasts.

Giving what little she had to those in need.

A voice of a goddess and with other many talents.

Lost her way when she took on too much.

Watching over dozens if not hundreds at a time.

Losing track with herself, seeing things off this dimension.

Getting hooked on substances by the snakes who weaseled their way in.

Uprooting what was left of her sanity and love for her patients.

Spitting venom in their eyes making them blind.

Lies forming like bullets making them bleed.

Aiding them more to death than life.

Unspeakable actions and consequences follow if you cross paths.

Be warned to avoid at all costs to not even gaze upon her soulless eyes.