Oh, what a cruel fate it is to be
Murdered into esse, being thee
Crucifying your innocent demons blessedly
Optically canvassing my house burn quite intentionally,
My house of ecstasy Vivian, my only last recently.

Incarnation to your misery felt too good
My impeccable faint for you was a good mood,
For what you now have done to yourself,
I'll lick your viscous streaks, my good soup
I'm too lousy of a Deity, Vivian, I'm your veridical self.

Sempiternally you haven't been, uncomely vamp
While I live again, you're a suicide for the damned
Your life is over now, hence its all you've deserved.
See, you never gave me any chance to swindle and swerve,
So rest facile, Vivian, you have lived.

Oh no, now my cruel words are silent,
Only my thoughts having a fistfight, I listen,
They're shouting louder than that Vivian's scream,
I know indeed... There's still my life at stake,
And Its so depressing that I'll be him again.

© Lungelodube