Black and crimson
Leather and lace
Broken mirrors and slit wrists
There is nothing to hide behind
She’s poisoned;
From the inside out

Black and crimson
Whips and chains
There is nothing there to shield her
She’s beaten;
By her own fists

Black and crimson
Pain and suffering
Problems do have solutions
Black, for the bruises covering her mangled body
Crimson, for the blood
Spilling out of her head