Solitude
Solitude
Solitude
Also a life
My life
Solitude
Existence
It’s my life
Solitude, Suffering
Lost life, Death
My life is death
Master: No. You aren’t the Death
Vilmos: Why do you say this, my dear Master,
my dear Satan?
Master: Because you can’t die.
Vilmos: Am I incapable of dying?
Master: Vilmos, I can’t die.
It’s not possible.
Vilmos: Why?
Master: Because you are mine.
You are mine.
Your life is mine.
Vilmos: Thank you my new life.
Master: I chose you.
Vilmos: Oh, my Master, a famous poet is watching me from the wall of my room.
Master: I’ll send him the barrel of Amontillado.
Vilmos: Master, come here, come here.
Master: Later. The wine bottle is empty.
Vilmos: Oh, Sorry Master! I’ll bring a new one.
Master: Go.
Vilmos: Master, I just came back. I just brought cider.
Master: That’s great! Let’s drink!
Vilmos: Cheers, Master!
Master: Vilmos, stop talking now. Finish this conversation.
Write a poem to your only love.
Vilmos: I do it now, oh, my Satan!
Master: Thank you, my student. Use your style.
Oh, my love, my only love, my forever love
Please, please forget my life
Forget my life. You have no that
I love you.
I love you.
I loved you.
I needed you.
I wanted you.
I don’t follow you
Don’t follow me
I love you
I loved you
I lost my life
I didn’t get your life
I didn’t get your life
I didn’t get your life
I loved your life
I loved your life
I needed your life
I needed our life
You killed our life
You killed us
You killed our children
You killed my
I love you, I love you
I kill you, I kill you
I need you, I need you
I want you, I want you
I have no life
You are missing
You are missing
Empty my life
Emma, I can’t forget you
Emma, I love you
I want your death
I am doing black magic
Master: Vilmos, stop now.
Vilmos: Why?
Master: Don’t talk about your magic.
Vilmos: I want her dead.
Master: Is that right?
Vilmos: I want her dead to save her life.
Master: You will get another woman.
Vilmos: Thank you.
Master: I will choose her for you.
Vilmos: Please. I am not a misogynist.
Master: I know. You are the same as me.
Vilmos: Yeah.
Oh, Master!
Oh, Vilmos!
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2024
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