Black roses on my wedding day,
I hear what you are trying to say,
My life��
Slowly withers away.
Petals of black ash trickle to the ground,
Dissipating without sound,
Punctured by a thorn in my heart,
Piercing pain as my body lets go.
He feels my pain so surreal,
His heart aches with anguish
That can never be healed
He bows before me gasping for one last breath,
His body relaxing as the end comes nearer.
Such a tragedy
They will all say,
To lose their lives on such a faithful day,
Joy and happiness,
Becoming tears and sadness.
A white hearse leads the procession,
Cold silence,
Which should have been filled with the clamor of wedding bells,
A soft shower of rain and tears,
Regrets and shame.
Caskets of ebony,
Me��.In my wedding dress,
A sheer veil covering my eyes
Him��in his tux,
A boutonniere of black roses,
The petals slowly curling,wilting
Until only dust remains.
United in death,
As in life,
We are one,
Laying side by side,
For eternity.
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