lady macbethLove forsaken, hatred and greed were left to thrive in the corpse of compassion.Abandoning virtue, she sunk into the depths of dire desire.Forever was sheDoomed to an endless eternity, upon her knees in purgatoryYet she still refused to speak. With theMind of a demon, the puppet master forced the reluctant marionette to dance, dance until the strings wore thin and snapped. Lady Macbeth, theActress; with the world as her audience, she strut upon her stage until her final hour.Curs'd by her bloodthirsty greed, sheBreath'd the tongue of the serpent into the soul of a relentless butcher.Endlessly rubbing at stains burned into her unfortunate soul, she suffered an ill-fated end.Though her fašade reveals no fault, her conscience sought its fatal revenge,Haunting her night and day for sins buried deep within.
queen of the damnedqueen of the damned.why dost thou torture me so? never before had i lost all self control.. why dost thy soft caress linger in the wake of my dreams, infecting me with an incurable poison... every morning, every cold and lonely night, the pained memory seeps through every crevice of my shattered and broken heart, leaving me incapacitated... why hast thou damned me to the depths of hell, to linger throughout the cold halls, calling out thy name... in every torturesome dream, the curs'd routine unfolds, again, and again... the sound of thy name piercing through my scathed heart, scorching me with a flame unknown to any creature, save demons themselves. battered and ignored, i fall to the ground. yet through blurred eyes and an ill heart, i see thy face... thy beloved smile.. oh, thy beloved smile that can relieve all grievances of the human heart.. that euphoric release that sets free the sorrows of my soul. as thou takest me in thy arms, all emotions drain away from me in that sweet