An Artilius

a dark soul

I am Hamlet and you my audience.
I am the insane and you observers.
I am the depressed and you the unexpressed.
Emotion; a thing I care not for-
For what may come of such is miserable.
I have not felt the ecstasy of emotion.
Only the fall of the curve.
Curb ye evil curs from my doorstep-
Walk ye evil men from my door-
Leave no more ye evil feelings-
For I am done forevermore.
There is no reason for what I am.
And no reason to be what I am.
I choose and decide.
But I choose I was not prepared.
So adieu fair mademoiselle-
There is not good in what I am.
In I am hamlet.
And I choose between suffering the--
Slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
Or taking arms against a see of troubles.
And by opposing them end them?
I am for you knife.
Do me the honor and pluck yourself into my heart-
For I am done forevermore!