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a damned soul... set free

a mannequin dressed as a priest
the bride stands in there, hands tied
my hands tied too, to the old bench
and a dirty old rag covered my mouth

the old church is filled with old dolls
dressed up in pretty dresses and suits
a gramophone plays the bridal chorus
he hummed while swaying to the rhythm

I could see its body dark as the coal
skin covered in flies and red maggots
I felt something dripped on my shoulder
I looked up to find the bodies of our families

what to expect when all the hope is gone?
what am I scared of, to die or to see her killed?

...but why today?

Written by dejure

(vick)

Published 19th Oct 2016 | Edited 25th Oct 2020

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Re. my damned soul...

Chaoticwayz

19th Oct 2016 12:02pm

Eerie, morbid, creepy! All the best things of the season! You described this scene perfectly. I can't remember the last time I read something that gave me such a clear image.