Pure Betrothed

In sickness and in health.
Until death do us part.
You lie to me so gracefully
from the bitter start.

A white wedding gown,
stained and soaked in blood.
What could be sweeter than
a message misunderstood?

Sometimes my heart still beats
and from it spills Vicodin.
I was so void of feeling;
So terribly void of sin.

Unworthy of that lucid white,
you're too much of a whore.
You wanted a fairytale wedding
but that is the stuff of lore.