Oh dear Hamlet, how does thou sleep with guilt?

Here is a pansy for thou thoughts oh so crude.

Does thou dream in sorrow from broken hearts?

For the mighty charade that hath ended in death...

Did the contend for truth outweigh mineth love?

Liketh a battalion that rends our bond.

The quintessence of madness that thou hast shown.

Even though I discord the spy’s I repent thou.

For what hast I done for this to happen?

Inside my own mind that I am trapped in.