Hero's LamentThis is all far too much for one to bear,Hero's Lament5 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
The Count, the Princes brother, and the Prince himself
All cried shame upon me, yet I confessed, truthfully
That I spoke not to any man that night.
Yet still they cast their shame upon me
And before all those in attendance they shamed me.
My own father hath wished me dead
And Beatrice doth stand beside me yet alone,
For none else shall stand beside me, so great this shame.
How is it that a thing so simple as vows of marriage,
Could turn and twist so cruelly upon oneself?
I admit myself wooed by the Prince in the name of Claudio
And profess my desire to have wedded him.
Yet by some twist of Fate, instead, so it seemed,
I was doomed to spend my years living as dead.
At least some light hath come out from this dark nightmare of mine,
For my cousin and Benedick have once more claimed love
For one another. Really, twas not so hard
To deceive them into love once more.
Indeed, could not have been done, were not there
Still feelings for eac
Diseased One, No Shelter HereIf there was a way to start,Diseased One, No Shelter Here5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To take away the tender heart,
A way to be free,
Of the lies, misery,
To be broken,
But no longer lost within me,
If only you could know,
About this shattered world,
Begging to be whole,
How it creaks and it groans,
Saying save me,
But afraid to let go,
To trust in another soul,
If only you could see,
The tragic eyes of the diseased,
Or the parasitic life form that feeds,
On the backs of the broken,
And hearts of the weak,
If only you could cure me,
Your face is unmasked,
Guard unwillingly dropped fast,
Pulled to the breaking point and thrown back,
They say it stings like whiplash,
When your insides are ripped back,
Torn from internal injury,
Leaking where no one can see,
Reeking of decay and rotten meat,
Spilling out your guts so eloquently