Girl in Red.

At first thought,
She was just a ghost. 
High heeled boots.
No noise in the dust.
Blended into the crowd. 
Nothing new to see.
A plain old girl,
To you and me.

Yet He knew what was up.
With this girl,
Covered in red.
Started playing mind games.
To get in her head.
Less did he know.
He scared it away. 
The voices that bothered her
In every way. 

We he finnaly got bored.
She wished he'd come back.
Keep on taunting her
Or flirting, 
Wait. What's that.

He had realised that red 
wasn't color or paint. 
The dried blood of those
Who had Failed 
To start her fate. 

Though once again,
To you and to me.
She was just a girl, 
No need to be freaked.
Always alone,
Judged before seen.
She doesn't care.
She's wishing for the man.
Who made us disipear