Mutant Babies Are About To Be Born

Bells Ring
People Sing
Flowers die as she walks down the aisle
People smirk, smile, and wave
While they are silently digging her grave
Her veil flows straight down her back
Covering her face and eyes
No one in the church knows
It's covering all of her lies
In fact, almost no one knows anything about her at all
Except for the fact of knowing she's very beautiful and smart
They know nothing of what she does
The power of her art
They know nothing of her origin
Where she came from
Who she belongs to
Or even why she would come
But the ones that do know everything
Are growing inside of her
Eating her flesh
Sucking her blood
Flossing their teeth with her bones
All they want is love
But she doesn't know
Nobody does
Just wait 'till she gets home
Then things will get serious
You see, right now, she doesn't love the one she's about to marry
She doesn't care about him
The children he wants
Or the people sitting cheery
She wants something else...
Something she thinks he can give to her
But he won't be able to if the things get to her first
Silently in their bed
Where the sheets are being torn
Life is being made
Mutant babies are about to be born
Now she has no choice but to stay with him
because the children will eat them both
should've found someone you really loved
Maybe then they would've spared your throats
At least he got what he wanted
Children of his own
But what was it that she wanted?
I guess we'll never know