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My conscience is not painted white. I believe thou hath been possessed by a dark spirit at night, one that makes its host walk and talk and carry out activities normally done during the hours of the sun. Last night the spirit that possessed me forced images into my head. There was blood everywhere. The reddish brown, sticky liquid was rushing at me from all angles. No matter how hard I tried it would not come off my skin. I remember, I began shouting, “Out, damned spot, out, I say!” (5.1. 37). My mind was so clear, why must this madness begin now? Where hath my sanity fled to? This madness is not only for the death o his ex-Majesty, but also my guilt-ridden husband. I do believe I said “Wash your hands. Put on your night-/gown. Look not so pale. I tell you yet again, Ban-/quo’s buried; he cannot come out on ‘s grave.” (5.2.
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What shall I do? I have become afraid of sleeping for the dark spirit may possess thou and reveal my deepest, darkest secret to the whole kingdom! Just a few more nights is all I can put up with. This disastrous sleep has caused so much pain and suffering to thee, I hath thought of putting thyself to rest permanently. Greatest night my dearest journal.
Lady Macbeth Poem “Invisible Guilt”
I carry this weight around, but never does it show, It has become that light in my eyes, constantly aglow. By day, it hides like a bug under a rock, By night, it emerges and makes me talk and walk. I may be fierce and fearless; I know that much is true, But how much do I really know when I bid consciousness adieu? When others enjoy their deep, cozy slumber, I am asleep, with much deceit, when I begin to lumber. How much longer will this guilt rest upon my back? Maybe I should try a different angle of attack. Now that you know what lies in this head because of the man who was impaled, What did you think, this was some sort of fairytale? I carry this weight around but never does it show, The guilt of bringing death upon others, I now know what I
What shall I do? I have become afraid of sleeping for the dark spirit may possess thou and reveal my deepest, darkest secret to the whole kingdom! Just a few more nights is all I can put up with. This disastrous sleep has caused so much pain and suffering to thee, I hath thought of putting thyself to rest permanently. Greatest night my dearest journal.
Lady Macbeth Poem “Invisible Guilt”
I carry this weight around, but never does it show, It has become that light in my eyes, constantly aglow. By day, it hides like a bug under a rock, By night, it emerges and makes me talk and walk. I may be fierce and fearless; I know that much is true, But how much do I really know when I bid consciousness adieu? When others enjoy their deep, cozy slumber, I am asleep, with much deceit, when I begin to lumber. How much longer will this guilt rest upon my back? Maybe I should try a different angle of attack. Now that you know what lies in this head because of the man who was impaled, What did you think, this was some sort of fairytale? I carry this weight around but never does it show, The guilt of bringing death upon others, I now know what I