Broken bride

A poem that was inspired somewhat I think by Tim Burton's Corpse Bride and then later inspired a short story that I am currently working on.

Tearing me apart from inside
This cancer gives me no place to hide
In the mirror a broken bride

Thick perfume filling the air
Wedding dress thrown upon a chair
Marks of dirty hair 

 

These words I can never say

The magician took them away

Older now today

 

Stop counting at nine

The reason you can’t be mine

Eternity is only time

 

The scarecrow makes me run

Tell the priest that I am done

There can only be one

 

For I am not in your head

Speaking of yellow, blue and red

I am simply dead

 

Hush, I know it is late

But one last time; let’s fulfil our fate

Locked under your weight

 

So throw your final dice

Fill your head with lies

Sweaty inner thighs

 

Breathing your upper lip

Bleeding trough a fingertip

For the final time we slip

 

This is my end

These wounds I can never mend

None of the guests did attend

 

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

Again, brilliant write. Potent, gripping and wonderful flow. really well done.

[deeps]

Wow! I really like this alot. Wonderful rhyme scheme and flow.
Such a emotion in this write. Very well written.