help

i am my own dreams, but,

my life's in shreds.

husbands gone, with blood in mind

nasty deeds in his head

help

since that disastrous night,

my hands have not been clean.

i wash and wash but still i scream,

"get out damn spot!"

help

i am the queen,

not the one i'd like.

country men drop, every night

macbeth can't stop.

help

i cannot cleanse my life,

it is dark forever.

my sleep is wild,

the dreams will stop, never.

help

help, i cry,

i need to release,

my fear and anguish

which in me creeps.

help

new dreams it is

i need to find.

over the balcony

there they may hide.

help

help