Story of her life

Its a story she wants to say,
which quivering lips couldn't portray.
Late at night she found him,
lurking at the graveyard brim.
Its not her will, he draws her close,
making her feel like its a choice she chose. 

The decision was made for he had nothing to lose,
because how could a soulless being have anything to lose.
He kissed her lips and cast upon her a spell,
taking her to a place where monsters dwell.

Dazed by the events she returned home at night,
for recently now she developed the fear of light.
Catching upon her like the shadows of time,
Death was now what she truly called "mine".
She painted a pretty picture in the end,
but this story has a twist,
the brush was a razor 
and the canvas her wrist...