The Crazy! (Macbeth Project)

Out of her mind

She stares...

at her hands

she sees the blood cover.

 

"Yet here's a spot"

STOP!

Her mind is so gone

she not the same anymore

she looks so exhausted

she's a goner

 

I tell you....

She has a reservation to a place call hell

cause heaven dont even want her!

 

"Yet who would had thought the old man to have had so much blood in him"

Blood tells so much truth

That God gave

the one you murder

now your mind is insane

no love gain

no trust came

only hell destroy your brain

BANG!

"No more o that my lord no more o that"

She cried out

the guilt sprout out

people hears her shout

and heaven knows what she knows

The Lies and the doubts!

 

Wash you hands; Put on your nightgown; look not so pale! X4

 

You can feel her heart beating

she is terrified

still screaming

not alive, but still weeping

 

Not even dreaming

the lies cause the killing

hell is her new home

 

So wash your hands

put on your night gown

and look not so pale.

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