The crimson wearing lady

A dark poem from inside a dark mind

Hidden in the corner of a cell inside your mind.
The girl inside the crimson dress lingers evermore.
She stares at you from inside.
And rips apart your soul.
Escape remains impossible, There is no place to hide.
From the crimson wearing lady that hides inside your mind.

Your memory and conscience were silent long ago.
Before you met the lady that occupies your mind.
Her eyes they ask you questions.
Like, why? and how? and who?
She fails to comprehend, just what she is to you.
Does the crimson wearing lady that hides inside your mind.

She has no aspirations to take herself away.
There is no other place to go, she calls your mind her home.
Her memories of fingers.
Strong around her throat.
Oxygen desserted her, the blood no longer flowed.
Through the crimson wearing lady that hides inside your mind.

While once she lay there dormant, alseep, missed and afraid.
Her slumber ended instantly the night that she was joined.
She woke when she found company.
From deep inside the grave.
The swollen, bruised, blue face you both now see, has joined.
The crimson wearing lady that hides inside your mind.

Author's Note

This is a story of a conscience awakening..

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

is very smooth and flows ..until here..rhythm is out of sort?...metere is broken...try it again and it will work for you..some good metaphors..
The swollen, bruised, blue face you both now see, has joined.(need to reword or expand verse?)
The crimson wearing lady that hides inside your mind.

[Andrea]

Very dark but I like the images and wonderful depth. I have wondered about the crimson lady, did her kill her then eventually take his own life when the guilt got too much?

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Excellent flow with some awesome metaphors, that weaves a darken story!