Married to Hell
Under the spell, mind clouded with smoke
Family means forever. Enslaved
to a life I did not choose. Unless
Secret was my freedom; locked inside an Iron Maiden.
Blade was my authority; a canvas of painted scars.
She was my angel; terror and death stayed as she flew over my Egypt.
He was my lover; a demon staring back at me from every mirror.
He was unfaithful
She brought me no relief
Blade cut a little deeper
Secret threatened to tell
I was deep
under the spell.
A cold soul wrapped in flames.
A veil of darkness; a bouquet of destruction
I stood at the alter
where my sins danced - I danced.
Sewn with a thread of the deepest evil;
Woven together with lies -
A white dress. Was this my fate?
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