This is the day
Today is the day, the day which is supposed to be the happiest moment of my life, it isn't.
My dress is white, hate the colour, hate the idea of having to spend the rest of my life with that man standing at the altar in a couple of hours.
Hate the idea of being imprisoned for life!
"Have to be on my own," I say, "to think."
They accept it and take a break from doing my hair and make-up.
I run to my drawer where I keep my knives.
Pushing it into my flesh slowly, I feel pain mixed with adrenaline rushing through my veins.
The colour of my dress is changing, from The Virgin's white, to The Devil's red.
Looking out of my window, seeing my last vision from life on earth; Demons flying towards me and taking me away from my imprisonment as a married woman to eternal life as one of the demons who take people away from their miserable extistence on earth.
p.s: pe, dit was ook een droom, misschien kan jij dit ook uitleggen.
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