Crimson she wore and crimson she bled
Right from the start her blood had shed
Born into grief born with no light
Her days darkened until she, no more in sight
Body that ached body that weakened
The fight kept going and now she was beaten
Mind in a wretch her mind possessed
The knife a shelter, pain a relief, she in a mess.
Like a black rose, Beauty her veil
So from the outside no one could tell
Her tender approach to replace her dejected place
Emotional states hidden entirely behind her adorable face
Her rapture of hurt begins to evolve
For secret pain her way to escape
A cry grows into sweet comfort
And fiendish words echoing like an insulting tape.
Her spirit no more her spirit drowned within
It could not rise above it could not win
Her smiles still there, she?s still here
But what?s left inside, there?s not much to share.
