Vera.

Vera, Vera, Vera.
Her life is a puzzle
Because the kid needed a muzzle.
“The Rock, the Rock!”
Whines the little brat.
Did she snap?
She did something that would shame
Even a rat.

Vera, Vera, Vera.
You know what you did.
Your crime was not mild,
You killed a poor child!
A kid, not too far into life.
You drowned him for what,
To be Hugo’s wife?

Vera, Vera, Vera.
Your sick plan has failed.
Your poor Hugo has left you,
Your sick mind has ailed.
Teacher by day,
Psychopath by night,
All because
Of your sick, twisted plight.

Vera, Vera, Vera.
Your life is a horror.
You’re stuck on an island,
Watching those around you go down.
Your future is no more,
Nothing to live for,
So what point is there left.

Vera, oh Vera.
In your room is a noose.
End it all now,
But there will never be a truce.
Put it tight around your neck
I’m sure you’re thinking,
“Oh well,
What the heck.
My life is a sin,
Where do I begin,
Let it end now than never.”
She jumps.

End Vera Claythorne.