Winter Wedding

[sleep dep = twisted fairytale suicidal snow white thingy?]


It's gonna be an
ice cold
winter wedding,
red-stained bedding,
who knew the pain that comes with shredding
lives, dreams...
flesh...

She woke up
and the window was open,
the cold had filled the room
overnight,
just an oversight,
though her cold feet felt
like a premonition.
In no condition
to face the world today--
she's all alone, cold to the bone,
the flesh is young,
but underneath there is only decay.
She tries to pray,
but the words ring hollow--
with convulsive swallows
she holds the pain inside,
already a corpse,
perfect winter bride.

[an ice cold
winter wedding,
no tears for shedding,
because dead eyes can't cry]

A shower
to cleanse the night sweats away,
but soap and water
can't reach
that deep,
not into a heart
that's frozen over--
winter's lover,
though she's not yet aware,
snow white queen of December's dreams,
the ground is waiting
to taste your lips, to show you he cares.
With a frozen stare,
she starts the ceremony
red, white, and ebony,
poison apple of steel,
now wait a few moments,
nothing left to feel.

It was an
ice cold
winter wedding,
blood-stained bedding,
who knew the joy that comes with shedding
life, dreams...
flesh...