I walk this silent procession.
An aisle never seemed so long.
This veil is dark and matted
And I feel something is wrong.
Fear somehow controls us
and I want to slow my pace.
I�m seeking some dark truth.
Will I see it in your face?
I reach the alter like a ghost,
Every stare burns through my back.
And as you lift this veil,
I can see pews filled with black.
I look down at my bouquet,
the roses dead and dried.
The petals that begin to fall
whisper every lie.
You choke on all your vows
and I never get to mine.
Just wash down those sick promises
with this sacred wine.
Now come a little closer
with that poison on your lips.
Kiss me hard and slow
because I love the taste of it.
I climb into this final box
to soften the harsh screams.
Thinking for this one last time
that I caused every scene.
Now they lower their bright eyes
and pretend that they don�t see.
As long as you don�t feel the burn
we all love tragedy.
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Submission Name: My Special Wedding
