Lost Soul

She walks down the aisle,
Wearing black and without a smile.
Flowers do not bloom that time,
And in the dark the dead rise.

Her eyes were red,
and her lips were violet.
She wished to wake,
But she's chained to a bed.
Her cries drowned the night.
And the stars mourned for her.

Six feet underground she lies,
With flowers in her feet.
One last kiss she received,
And she is forever forgotten.