Some stuff for English that I might as well uploadWhat left innocence is there?Some stuff for English that I might as well upload by ~hide0172
A devastation of something so small blasts a well so great
My child, my love. Your death bleached away my conscious.
I took those blows, I'm beat up and bloody and Duncan has had his time.
Had his time unlike you.
I guess rage swells me, swells you when I talk so sick of your death
Would I, whilst your innocent eyes beamed into mine, dash your brains out?
Or would the sweet reflection mellow my need for power?
It seems, however, black ink swam from my punctured heart
Tangled through me like ivy
My mind once like the moon, reflecting the rays in your sun-like eyes
Now tainted by such said ink
Tainted my mind, tainted my love for my sweet killer
Macbeth has killed so much. I'll get him to kill once more.
Drag him down to the well into which I fell first
And he can kill and kill again all those that he loves,
And although we pace the narrow walls of this well
He finds a way to push us apart.
Are you proud, pr
=Red berries fall, crush into the Earth= by ~hide0172
The side of a riverbank,
Pink-brown mists into the water
Sheltered by leaves trembling overhead
Tremble like my skin, but that's where I'd give anything to stay.
Fading home, as the night drowns out the sun
Seconds can't pass fast enough
Or count the speed of emotions spinning through me
There was never any measure
This is all I have to show for my love
Each word presents my affection, as big as the Earth.