An All White Wedding At a Bloodbath Massacre

Eyes fluttering in a rapid motion,

As I think about you in my sleep.

Sucked into your dismal nightmare,

Being the perfect gothic bride.

It’s a tragic love story,

Ending in uncried tears and us…

Falling apart together.

Riding away into the toxic sunset,

On a famished horse with no name,

We find peace, together,

In our deteriorating surroundings.

Sewing rose thorns into the hem of my dress,

And breathing in the pain,

As I look at this barren land

And the only real beauty I find is you.

Staring into painstaking eyes,

Red from all the smoke,

I soak up your pain,

Learning to love the ache.

Eyes fluttering in a rapid motion,

As I think about you in my sleep.

Sucked into your dismal nightmare,

I’ll be your perfect gothic bride.