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An ode to Macbeth

Im cold

no one knows me

not even myself

Im tired of living with no self-help

 

Oh hell

Oh well

Guess this fights over

i hear the ringing of a bell

 

In time

in my own eyes im blind

cant seem to find

my way out of this mess

so much stress

just to impress

 

Impress who you ask

Matter fact

i dont know that

but all these suicidal tendencies

Someone put an end to me

 

I feel like i should be quoting Macbeth's final solilquoy

Life is but a wandering shadow

Goes nowhere

like i care

 

And all our yesterdays have lighted

fools the way to dusty death

Now stop it for a minute

let me catch my breath

Foe his final line

so i may go in depth

 

Life is told by an idiot

full of events

signifying nothing

so why repent

and now i truly question

can time be well spent?

 

Just let me lament

Few good times

adn many bad

all sad

i start to get mad

 

I start thinking

even if i did look

on the brightside id probably go blind

no lie

i bought a suit to meet god

so let me straighten the tie

my final words to you

goodbye

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