Spots.
Spots!
Doth my eyes deceive me or does Blood speckle me of kings past!
But no, this the blood of thy own body doth cover me like a spotted blanket.
Much like Duncan's does the elixir of life embrace me, leaving none inside.
A little water will wash it away!
So scrub, scrub, scrub
Still the Kings blood bathed me
Not enough I see
I need more
I see more
More, more is what I need to wash out these damn spots!
More below, down below
So down I go, I need to get there quick but to far are the stairs to long a trip
The window is close
I'll just jump
So down I go
Now my own blood coats me
Washing away the spots!
But no, not just the spots, washing away all
The murder
My home
My Husband
So easy to fool into my plot, until changing into a new man
A king
It's a wife's job to further her husband in life by helping him along the path, making it easier to bear
Treating him like a king
Changing him into a king
A ruler, A murderer, A tyrant, A-
Who
It doesn't matter
Into darkness
Only darkness
Eternal darkness