The dying bride

A hint of excitement at the moment of her very last breath<br/> Mirrored as white roses floating in her glancing death<br/> Clad in clovers, wore a smile on her lips<br/> as the remains of air and blood exit through her rancid fingertips<br/> <br/> The throat, it tightens. The grip makes her interest grow.<br/> Restless in rest now, with a thousand marks to show.<br/> Still taking envy in the life that she never chose<br/> And the last picture presented is the one of a bleeding rose<br/> <br/> She was born in love with murder <br/> Love was what brought her further<br/> Love was what murdered her heart<br/> <br/> And while the screams she presented were littered with grief<br/> Her final gasp was a pleasure ridden farewell<br/> Were there no white roses mirrored in her final stare?<br/> <br/> She will never be seen as a bride<br/> She will never ride in white<br/> She will never get rid of her hate<br/> The dying bride finally knows her fate<br/> <br/> Exhale life, inhale…<br/> Inhale life, inhale…<br/> Exhale life, exhale… Exhale!<br/> <br/> It’s her dying wish to never have to share a kiss with those cold lips<br/> And with that pledge she blooms into colorless love<br/> While pale angels sing their cries<br/> <br/> Beside her, a pool of her emptied heart<br/> Beneath her wounds, a crown of claws<br/> Inside her, a flushed out destiny<br/> A desire for suffering and ache <br/> <br/> Exhale life, inhale…<br/> Inhale life, inhale…<br/> Exhale life, exhale… Exhale!<br/> <br/> She will never be seen as a bride<br/> The dying whore will now rest in blight

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026