I walked towards the white chapel,
through swampy grass and grassy trees,
and on the roof you stood alas,
your creepyness brought me to my knees,
A wedding I had missed,
for the men in the room left blood to clean,
there you were with my mother,
your outfit dad was green as green,
almost cardboard you stood there,
you seemed so happy to be,
but now there's nothing left,
but the nice things you'll never see,
the most awkward feeling i've ever felt,
from a dream i've long forgot,
another story I could never pen,
slides into it's rightful slot