Roses On Lace

Fingers tangled in satin fringes,

Eyes staring into empty space,

A wedding dress baring bleeding roses,

She welcomes sharp steel kisses

While feeling her body grow cold.

Fingers curled around a steak knife's handle

Eyes wide with loathing

A tuxedo dawning crimson spots

He welcomes the spasm of her flesh

While feeling his blade bury itself.