Frailty Thy Name Be Hamlet

Come little muse whisper in my black thoughts
Sing of Hamlet’s steel tipped tongue, Lo vengeance
Be what my pierced heart doth seek in death’s arms
How dare he slick his tongue with honey’d barbs
When he intends to bite with no remorse!
Does he pretend I enjoy the abuse?
Heaven repels thee for the darkest sin
Thou was lost to a man’s mentality
Woe to be witness to indiscretion
Of thoughts and acts impure to nature’s taste!
His crawling flesh should be scalded with shame
To be the soul heir to such guilt. Alas
My love, hell’s deep inferno burns too cold
To match the malice ye hath caused of late
Suicide may be my last voice to you
So I say nevermore shall I be used
To satisfy such petty schemes, my love
To you the world, Goodbye … in hell we meet