Over the quivering surface of the stream,

The moon issued a silent scream.

The fog of war flowed silently adrift,

The pain of the night was silent and swift.

A moth fluttered in the silent breeze,

Surrounded by the scent of death and disease.

I walk outside

Everything seems so dark

Have only the stars

To give me light

Wind blows the grass

Makes the leaves dance

Swirls in my hair

Carries away my every care

And the stars

Twinkle down on me

Notorious Victoria,

Malicious Victoria,

Sweet kind and loving Victoria.

Multiple personalities,

An ongoing personification,

Can create,

In itself a problem,

Don’t you think,

Vic-tor-ia

Can you believe that? Absolutely impossible. The world ended three months ago. But if you think that’s why I’m in denial, you’re wrong.

I simply can’t believe that a guy like that can even exist...