Is it the end or hope for a new beginning with virtue?

If it was in crimson or was it in blue,
The shaken soul hardly had a clue.
She asked no one for help,
Until she vanished in dark.

Fear of the unknown and love for the misery,
Made her search deep and deep.
She was digging the barren land of life,
Still filled with lust and still filled with greed.

She choose, this to be her way out of all,
Thought it might help her to save her soul.
Let forgive all from the forbidden past,
This would be the ultimate remedy on earth.

There she lies in peace, not knowing any noise.
Not knowing love and hatred, for dead or alive.
Was it her who looked so lifeless and so blue,
No one had a clue.
Is it the end or hope for a new beginning with virtue?