The Wedding With this knife, I thee wed. With dark letters, To silent dead. With these lips, A poisoned kiss, All bad things, Come down to this. With these tears, I surrender, And giving up, Is what will end her. With this knife, I me, bled, With dark dreams, Of being dead. With these words, I am breaking, And hoping not to wake up, Aching. With these thoughts, I am cursed, Overwhelmed, and immersed. With this ring, I thee wed. A ring of rope, Over my head. With this goodbye, That cant console, I give my body, And pray for my soul.