We are having a big white wedding,
I can't believe it,
We are so ever happy,
I don't believe it.
I look out to the decorated pavilion,
And I see all the white decorations,
It's too white,
It was too ******* white.
There was something I could do,
I needed to add colour,
I needed the depth of colour,
It had to be red.
The things I sought for were not hard,
The things I found were quite useful,
I went and found you,
You were in the garden hidden away.
You found her again,
After I told you she had to be gone,
She saw me first,
That probably wasn't the best.
I went up to you first,
And pulled out a six inch blade,
I put it to your throat,
And I hear you whimper in pain.
She tries to back away in fear,
I pull a gun on her,
She suddenly stops,
And the both of you just stare at me.
"What's wrong babe?" I say to you,
"Are you getting cold feet?" I say,
"What the **** were you thinking hunny?",
"Didn't think I'd find out did you?".
You just stare at me,
Eyes filled with fear,
Just looking at you exploded anger within me,
You had to be taken care of.
I turned to her,
She was terrified,
She had no idea what I was capable of,
Neither did I but I was about to find out.
The roses in the garden we were sanding in,
Happened to be white,
But they were about to change colour,
They were about to become blood red.
First I shot her in the head,
It blew backwards and covered the roses,
Next I took my knife closer to your neck,
I got real close to your face and looked into your eyes.
Your eyes looked empty and filled with fear,
I said "Are you ready for this?",
"Are you ready to die?",
He just looked at me with fear in his eyes.
I took my knife and dug it into his throat,
His beautiful dark red blood sprayed everywhere,
It was all over the roses and my white dress,
I couldn't have been happier.
I walked over were the entire crowd was,
Were it was the brightest,
It had to be changed,
It had to be covered in their blood.
I walked down the aisle,
Everyone was gawking at me,
I decided to be civil with these people,
So I turned and shot every single one of them.
I looked around and saw the gorgeous colour,
The colour of life,
The colour of death,
The best colour ever created.
I was a quick shooter,
So it took merely two minutes,
Two minutes for forty people,
Those forty people were including my family and his.
As I saw the blood splattered chairs,
And the splattered carpets,
All the blood covered bodies,
And the now red piano.
I dropped the gun that was in my hand,
Turned and just stood there,
I just stood there in the silence,
And looked out to all those empty chairs.
I walked to the beginning of the aisle,
Grabbed my bouquet that was now red,
And started walking,
I walked through the blood puddles and head pieces.
I reached the end of the aisle,
Where the priest laid dead,
And I turned and faced him,
And said "I do.".