Lavinia: Wretched Duo

A sickness rises within me
Where a sole would feel untrue
A duo is wretched and divined
Born from my concupiscent god of horrors

This black pain floods within me, i can find no respite
I am ready to give in, as the twins leave me
But there lives only one? where is my broken son?

Here lies only wilbur, in my filth
Yet something seems awry
Health grasps upon this boy
But so spurious and false

Where is my broken son?
Where is my broken son?
There lies my broken son?