"Walk down the aisle,
Two by two.
With preacher rambling lies,
"She was a good girl."
"Had a family and friends who loved her."
"Resting in heaven,smiling down on us."
"Rot In Pieces."

Wanted a purple gown,
To match her bruises.
Awww,look at that.
Your white dress has a stain.
Oh,well,
Mama always said red was your colour.

Now,honey,doesn't that look nice?
All perfect in your coffin.
Lace lining,velvet pillows,
The only flaw would be your body.
Broken and,sadly,mangled from the jump.

Baby,you should know better.
It's down the road not across the street.
Make your Mother proud,
As you walk towards the steps.
Up into the death bed,sweaty,
Hold your bouquet higher.
No one wants to see your wrists.

There we are,
All ready and clean.
Everyone's watching now,honey,
All eyes are up front.
This funeral's for you."

~Chelsea Jasper