Ophelia

Love him deeply
So deeply he'll love you
And free words will be spoken
Of hidden love and lust

She'll continue to ignore the signs
Of sanity slipping
Of love dying
Look through the stained glass
Of a wicked church
Sit with him under the eyes
Of that so virtuous mother
And know the poisonous glare
Upon the whore's back

He'll whisper words of comfort
And then words that cut
In her grows confusion
Inside her chest the bloody heart breaks
And the simple mind flees

In death filled grief
The sad girl weeps
And mutters words no man should hear
And wanders without thought
Past trees, over rocks, into water
While breathing stops and lungs fill
She looks into the sky
And dies