Blushing Corpse

This blushing corpse
Was to be a bride to be
Till she slipped slowly through Death's door
Asking not to be seen
Now she hangs beside her wedding dress
There was no pain
There is no mess
Simply a blushing corpse behind a door frame.
Her groom to be found out
And fell upon the table in shock
Her he could not live without
And on Death's door he began to knock
The razor's red trail, he'll soon follow
But a different path he takes
And he chooses Sunday morning gallows
Simply to get to his blushing corpse
That was to be a bride to be
Now on their honeymoon night
And so now with him in a suit and she in her gown
They both dance in the light
Without a sound
And lie side by side
Beneath the ground