Moving down the aisle
A husband she thought she had found.
Fake promises to her sounded so real
With an assurance that her long-lasting scars would heal.
That she would become
A victim of abuse
Was never in her thoughts.
Her beauty has now been conquered by hatred
Her warm heart, occupied by vengeance
Her mind has become an anger playground.
With no remorse, she eliminates her own innocent blood
Her breath has become so toxic,
Every step you take in her land has to be carefully, cleverly calculated.
Otherwise she might suffocate you.