Dead Wedding
Hear the bells chime.See the cold faces.
Watch the dark siloettes,
Vanish into dark places.
A hundred bodies fill this room,
Awaiting the arrival
Of the bride and groom.
Wilting roses,
In everyones hands.
London posies
Surrounding the best man.
Dead gray petals
Fall to the floor,
sinking into the blood,
That was never there before.
The brides blood-red dress,
The grooms deep-black- tux,
Remind us all
Of how they were so out of luck.
Poor things,
They weren't even ready...
For their all-to-pretty,
Yet awful dead wedding.
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