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[title] => The Bloody Bride
[time] => 2004-11-29 12:55:52
[hometext] => takes her revenge...
[bodytext] => The tale of the bloody bride, Has many dark secrets to hide, She wore her pristine white wedding dress, She felt the silk on her skin caress. In the mirror she stared, She wondered why he hadn’t cared, The night he slept with that whore, Laughing at me as he walked out the door. He didn’t think I’d ever find out, But my mind was crammed with doubt, I followed him on that November night, All the while keeping out of sight. I watched as he approached some girl, I was so mad I felt my hair curl, But I knew I would get my revenge, As my heartache I had to avenge. We were getting married the very next day, But for his infidelity he had to pay, I went home put on my dress & waited, He was going to die tonight that much was fated. I took a knife & waited in our bedroom, I knew that he would be home soon, I heard the key in the door I heard his voice, In his death I would soon rejoice. Up he came smelling of cigarettes & raw sex, I don’t think he knew what was coming next, I calmly walked over to my love, Over my head I held the knife high above. The look on his face was such a picture, He never planned this in life’s scripture, I stabbed & stabbed until there was nothing left, Of the man who once stole my breath. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 59 [informant] => pixie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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