Erm.. Blood.

The damage can't always be repaired.
The scars may be hidden,
But they're still there.
Ancient anger boiled beneath,
Screaming out this dare.

Dare to slice through pasty flesh.
Roll up the sleeves of
Your brand-new dress.
Red's the color of the day,
A dreaded color, devil blessed.

Blessed against her pain and fright.
A tiny scar to
Set things right.
Gently sliding 'neath her skin,
It's gushing out delight.

Delight created by their fear.
They stare,
She's just so weird.
There's evil lurking, deep inside.
Tonight it all comes clear.

2/12/07