It was something,
a sight to be seen,
the day the bride turned up in black,
the groom turned up in blazing red,
the bridesmaids all wore ****** white,
the ladies all held bouquets,
twisted from a combination,
of Venus fly traps,
and wire with barbs,

A man who looked like Satan,
good looking,
suave,
full up with sophistication,
conducted the unholy service,
smiling,
his black eyes were beaten,
blue,
bloodless,
airless,
the order of service,
was written in blood,
and from it,
he read with a fearsome roar,

He turned,
pronounced them man and wife,
as he proceeded to cut,
their throats with a knife,
Dragged to the reception,
still barely living,
a little bloodied,
but breathing,
VNV Nation, spilled the words of Beloved,
and they stepped right into hell,
on their wedding day,
one hell of a day.
(C) Livvi