It's a funny thing when
you give yourself away;
Not your father, brother,
Just you on your own.
You, yourself, and yours.
It's a funny thing when
you attend the wedding but
it's a funeral. Funny that...
Your own wedding and they dress
you in black. Stunning they say.
Sunken more like. Handing
your heart over, clutching
it real tight in your palms,
Prepare to give it away
To Death: your love.
Your lover - the crimson reaper
The skeletal devil, the hooded
redeemer. Shouldn't have done it
You whisper, as you walk up the aisle.
Too late for regrets.
Hooded redeemer waits for you,
Smile on his broken lips, he's
been waiting so long for such a
celebration. Best day of his life.
But think back and is it yours?
The moment he touches your heart
it becomes ice. You realise the end
is nigh, hold out your hand to the loved
ones but they turn away.
Sirens sound aloud
and now it's the end.
Broken up, out of luck,
where do you turn?
Sigh...
What a dreamer...