Funeral Bride

Dressed in
black
Wrapped
in red
Blood dripping
from my
throbbing forehead
Smiling to show the fangs
I made it through
the harsh pangs
Drifting toward you
down the aisle
The long,
dark mile
You think I'm sweet now
just wait til you get me alone
I'll have you dripping
on my
deathly throne

You're far too innocent
and find me
rather complacent
When you least expect it
I'll have my fangs in your throat
so I can dissect it
All the words you say
Best to turn your back
and leave the same old way
I'll only break you
I am far from tame
and when all I see is your shadow
I'll place no blame