A Son And A Virgin Slit Poem by Hell Farya

Two lover,
With passions of eternal torment,
Longings of solitude in moment.
One to another,
Their woes sealed in surreal kiss,
Another hundred years they shall miss.

But mother,
Subjects of ethereal veneration,
Fountain of unknown generation.
And her daughter,
Unknown of the burden she carry,
Falls to a man who forever shall tarry.

A father,
Led down the box where he shan't talk,
His wrong he tend to right without luck.
Son and the slitter,
Falls prey the loop of a virgin slit,
He was made to forever regret it.

Two lover,
Weeping slitter and the teary son,
Curled together in their forlorn.
Son and slitter,
Knowing the burden upon their head,
Regretted the partings of their lead.