Scarlet Dreams

Born to life and raised to death
Trained and conformed with increasing urgency
Using molds that pushed out more than they let in
And it wasn’t enough, it didn't match up
She was unexpected enough to be normal

She stumbled into her fairytales, bleeding her dreams
Clutching her tumbling tunes of hope
As they ran and slipped between fumbling fingers
Slithering down her legs to coil below
Poised to strike if picked up again

Sobbing wet tears into dry walls
That were then uncaring but would once be kind
They watched silently but never responded
Yet were first in line to hear her last
And taste the blood
And smell the blackness
And bid farewell

The impurity within her had had enough
So it spurted out
To paint the walls
And sketch out her life
In ways that she could never have

And she had been perfect
To the boy who was waiting
With his bouquet of redemption
But the flowers wilted
As he searched for their owner

Because she was brilliant
Just not in the way they wanted