Utterance On How I Feel

The imagery almost overly surreal Yet, this is a reality that’s real Or, is it only an illusion Birthed from confusion Ode, to the avarice of vanity Fated our such the paths of insanity She tasks me until the day of my death Her crying from tears of losing her last breath And though he may ravage like a savage your flesh There to still will come a day when you will afresh Honestly I wish you both the absolutely and upper most best Let too, your days and nights do be doubly filled and doubly blessed