She pulled on her white gloves,
Well knowing that they would soon be stained red,
But she didnt care,
He picked up her flowers,
Blood dripping from his fingertips,
They met at the end of the aisle,
And walked it together in peace,
Their hands clutched in one anothers,
Both sticky with half dried blood that had soaked through their clothes,
Both so in love with each other,
Hating everything but each other,
Listening to the ceremony,
Till death do they part,
They both say I do,
Its all over now,
They hope to meet again in a better place,
Walking into the back room.
Blood still dripping from their freshly slit wrists,
They both pull out pistols and put it to the others head,
Through death we will depart I will always love you
He said to her,
As I will love you she answers back,
They count to 3 and pull the triggers,
They hit the floor at the same time,
Hands still clasped in each others,
Slowly,
The hands fall away from each other,
But the two hearts are still together,
They descend to a better place,
And their bodies lay there and rot...
