Scarlett Death

by Domino0792   Mar 13, 2012

Scars outlined in blood,
In my head, these emotions flood.
Never moving, suspended here.
Afraid to look, but not of fear.

Glass is cracked, dripped in crimson.
I'm hurt, was this to please him?
Vision black, dancing in white,
The time is now, my fate to fight.

I'm numb now, hardly weak.
Blink back colour, my outlook bleak.
I seize my sheath and rise to knee.
Revenge coiling inside,
Each impending death shall free me.


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