Miss Scarlet

Miss Scarlet coming with her strong grin,
Looking down at my smooth skin,
Picking it up with her gentle hand,
Then facing it back down towards the ground,
Staring at me right into the eyes,
She is my angel; I tell her no lies,
She can read me like an open book,
She can see how I feel with just one look,
She can let it all go and take my pain away,
She gives me reason to make it through each painful day,
She touches my skin and I become me,
She drowns me in teardrops so the pain is set free,
She lifts up my wrist and kisses it slow,
She watches as the hate all begins to let go,
She sets it alive and lets it get out,
She is patient with me when I scream and shout,
She takes my pale hand and then the crimson other,
She is my idol and my one true lover,
She leads me towards my broken mirror,
She lets me stare at her eyes shimmer,
She holds me as I stare into my cracked face,
I'm split in half and I don't know my true place,
She makes me feel weak and she turns to leave,
Leaving me bleeding, but this is not to deceive,
She has given me power and left her mark,
Now I'm left alone in the haunting dark,
She is my blood she is running any place,
Making a pathway, leaving her trace,
Dear Miss Scarlet cut me again,
I feel it all and I'm turning insane,
But I can not lift her weapon in my weak state,
I know that it is already too late,
Miss Scarlet you have cut me too deep,
And now instead of flowing my blood is beginning to seep,
Return to me and help me out,
I have no one in which to scream and shout,
Here come the teardrops but the comfort isn’t there,
I feel scared since I have no one to care,
I thought I was safe and not so wrong,
It was the thought of you that kept me strong,
Now I'm pale, weak and dropping,
And there’s nothing there to keep me from stopping,
Then I see her shimmering eye,
And again I feel happy and that is no lie,
Again you take my clean smooth wrist,
And curl my hand into a fist,
I know what you mean when you murmur stay strong,
I know you won’t be there to help me along,
My pain is gone, my scars dissolved,
My heart broken, my problems solved,
How could I die though? Miss Scarlet walks back,
When I look close there is no shimmer, her eyes are just… black,
She was my hope but now I see through this,
How my life had been a game and I’d been tempted by the kiss,
Instead of the good guys I’d chosen the bad,
The easiest answer but then the most helpful I had,
I don’t see any difference; I may not be dead,
I don’t feel the pain; this could be my dream in bed,
I wish I knew what was happening for my sanity’s sake,
I guess I’ll just have to wait and see if I wake…

©Elle
*Miss Scarlet was always my favourite in Cluedo and I found the game today so I wrote this about her :S. It’s for my brother and my dad no matter how depressing it is, we used to play Cluedo together!*