He slambed her to the wall, pinning her shoulders against it <br />'Do you hear me? ! ' He shouts at her, <br />The dear bride, wouldn't answer his call, <br />He raised the knive slowly to her neck, slightly cutting it. <br />Soon, the young bride was dead. <br /> <br />Her voice roamed the empty halls, <br />mocking his words, <br />Making them sound so real, but so deadly. <br /> <br />She followed him, empty handed. <br />She touched him, scaring him in his sleep, <br />Creeping into his dreams, <br />Predicting his every move. <br /> <br />She raised the knife above his chest, <br />And whispered somthing in his ear. <br />'Goodnight MyLove, Enjoy your endless sleep'. <br /> <br />She pierced his chest with the knife, <br />Soaking the bed with his blood, <br />Drowning in his own past, <br />Killing everything again and again. <br /> <br />Though, he though his young bride had died. <br />What a big mistake he had done hurting her. <br />This is where it's got him, thats where he sha'll stay. <br /> <br />-Samantha <br />Age: 12 <br />12-29-11 <br />12: 51pm<br /><br />Samantha Rose Turner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dead-bride-3/
