He slambed her to the wall, pinning her shoulders against it
'Do you hear me? ! ' He shouts at her,
The dear bride, wouldn't answer his call,
He raised the knive slowly to her neck, slightly cutting it.
Soon, the young bride was dead.
Her voice roamed the empty halls,
mocking his words,
Making them sound so real, but so deadly.
She followed him, empty handed.
She touched him, scaring him in his sleep,
Creeping into his dreams,
Predicting his every move.
She raised the knife above his chest,
And whispered somthing in his ear.
'Goodnight MyLove, Enjoy your endless sleep'.
She pierced his chest with the knife,
Soaking the bed with his blood,
Drowning in his own past,
Killing everything again and again.
Though, he though his young bride had died.
What a big mistake he had done hurting her.
This is where it's got him, thats where he sha'll stay.
-Samantha
Age: 12
12-29-11
12: 51pm
Samantha Rose Turner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dead-bride-3/
