Veils Of Gauze Poem by Kelly Zion

Veils of gauze tied to my wrists
spinning around in a type of dance
slipping down like a dying romantic

Oh, spin me around then take my hand
don't mind the blood, it doesn't hurt that bad

spin me around, my blooding man
spin me around to my wedding band

veils of gauze, watch them come undone

take me to the floor, don't mind the noise
the siren always wails when somebody dies

veils of gauze; wrap up my life
give it as a present to a skeleton of mine
skeleton people on the wedding cake

skeleton wedding, how else could it be?

Take my wrist, make the first slice
watch the veils of gauze slip off one at a time

take me to the floor, don't mind the noise
the siren always wails when somebody dies

veils of gauze tied to my wrists
take them off, give me a kiss
hold me as I bleed to death.