Sham

 

There's no tunnel, no light 

It doesn't exist

Words of the dark magic trying to rinse out the colours from the little girl's dream

Punching her face to mere blue colour, she hates it 

There's no light

No tunnel; just time, destiny and death.

It's ten years now 

Walked in the club the evening before her wedding

Screams of those drunk to stupor, all the sounds she would wish to hear from herself 

She's the bride for the christian wedding at the church tomorrow

The wedding for which the priest cancelled a prayer for the ailing little boy next town 

That wedding for which the local mail man wouldn't deliver a last letter from the suicidal mom of three to the single dad. 

That's the bride...

They say she's worth a church wedding 

He's in his secret apartment 

The one only known by his mistress 

The groom for tomorrow's wedding is enjoying himself, not his wife though 

The groom in whose name the church would be closed for prayers 

The one in whose name the little ailing boy would probably not make it for another day 

He's the groom 

They say he's worthy of a church wedding 

The bartender knows her

The room service lady knows him 

They're all wondering why it had to be the church 

Why the holy communion would witness the unity 

Unity of souls of no interest

Souls that knows not love but anxiety and lust

Why 

Why the church ? 

© amimoh