I, Lady Grouch Macbeth, have sinned.
The souls I have destroyed curse my mindscape. Their liquid of life eternally inks these hands like soiled parchment.
God, look upon me with pity and forgive me before my time. Forgive my lust for power, forgive the casualties of my desire. I have no means to reconcile the past for I would suffer if I am heard speaking of such events. God, protect me from these torturous devils. Rid me of this evil. Mend the fractured parts of my innocent soul.
The Doctor and Gentlewoman say I wander in my sleep, speaking of a recurrent dream land where weeping ghosts haunt my night visions.
Madness. Fever apparitions. Hallucinations. That is what they call my rambling but they do not know the truth behind my subconscious’ voice.
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Me whom tortured him with the aching need for those things. Me whom blamed him for not loving me enough to do this one simple thing.
Does he love anymore? Does he feel anything? Does he think about me?
We began this together, yet he discarded me as he pursued forward.
What has become of me? I have convinced a man to commit murder and framed another for the same murder. I wept for the man whom even, through the persuasion of words, I myself eradicated. I am more to blame for the murder than the derailed man who lies beside me at night. He cannot be blamed when it was my ambition to become Queen that drove us both down the steep slope of derangement.
Forgive me for the demonic disease that has plagued my soul. And forgive the disease that claimed first Duncan and then, through me, led my love to murder his closest friend and a family guilty of nothing but caring for each other.
I wish to overpower these conflicting thoughts, they sway my emotions inordinately! Perhaps this is but another dream! I must awaken, at once!
Wake up! Wake up Grouch! Tis all but an abysmal phantasm! Why am I not rousing from my slumber? What must I do?
The souls I have destroyed curse my mindscape. Their liquid of life eternally inks these hands like soiled parchment.
God, look upon me with pity and forgive me before my time. Forgive my lust for power, forgive the casualties of my desire. I have no means to reconcile the past for I would suffer if I am heard speaking of such events. God, protect me from these torturous devils. Rid me of this evil. Mend the fractured parts of my innocent soul.
The Doctor and Gentlewoman say I wander in my sleep, speaking of a recurrent dream land where weeping ghosts haunt my night visions.
Madness. Fever apparitions. Hallucinations. That is what they call my rambling but they do not know the truth behind my subconscious’ voice.
I …show more content…
Me whom tortured him with the aching need for those things. Me whom blamed him for not loving me enough to do this one simple thing.
Does he love anymore? Does he feel anything? Does he think about me?
We began this together, yet he discarded me as he pursued forward.
What has become of me? I have convinced a man to commit murder and framed another for the same murder. I wept for the man whom even, through the persuasion of words, I myself eradicated. I am more to blame for the murder than the derailed man who lies beside me at night. He cannot be blamed when it was my ambition to become Queen that drove us both down the steep slope of derangement.
Forgive me for the demonic disease that has plagued my soul. And forgive the disease that claimed first Duncan and then, through me, led my love to murder his closest friend and a family guilty of nothing but caring for each other.
I wish to overpower these conflicting thoughts, they sway my emotions inordinately! Perhaps this is but another dream! I must awaken, at once!
Wake up! Wake up Grouch! Tis all but an abysmal phantasm! Why am I not rousing from my slumber? What must I do?