Wedding of doom

Theres someone there
all he does is stare
hes been watching her all day
waiting to pounce upon his prey
he wants to reach the soul deep within
but first he'll have to pierce the skin
the waiting is done
its time to have some fun
he makes himself seen
she lets out a high pitched scream
he clenches the knife tightly in his fist
this innocent bride,the next hit on his list
the blade was icy, small and thin
her body froze as he drove it in
a crimson liquid trickled down
her beautiful, white, wedding gown
anyone could have seen from a mile
his evil, demented, twisted smile
as he pulled out the bloody blade
he listened in glee to the sound it made
alot more satisfying than the groom
what a wonderful wedding...a wedding of doom
guests running in all directions
looks of fear and pale complexions
he looks back down at his side
to the now beautifully, red, dying bride
its only a matter of seconds before she slips away
the touch of death on her wedding day
he chucks her body in a nearby lake
and says a short prayer for the children's sake
now hes done what he came to do
the next person on his list is you.

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