Here's the bride,
wearing all black and a knife.
It's not her wedding day,
it's actually her death march.
She's waiting for the groom,
that wears another gown.
She's waiting for this day,
the day of a sinner.
She's not a murderer,
she's more of a martyr.
She's ready to end this game,
by giving another play.
She waited patiently,
her make up is running out.
Then she smelled the perfume,
the scent of a liar.
She managed to flash that smile,
the smile of the devil.
She welcomed the groom with a hug,
then she slowly raised her knife.
Then there is she,
bloody and half alive.
She ended herself for this woman,
The woman who destroyed her trust.
She slowly closed her eyes,
with tears rolling down.
At the very last beat of her heart,
she forgave her for treating her bad.
There's no regret to her story,
she didn't demand for an apology.
She invited the woman to her calvary,
And let the ceremony.........
;KG.