It was my evil plan to kill the king and how we did it. When you declined I persuaded you by saying from this time, such I account thy love trying to make you change your mind, I have given suck. I would have killed Duncan if he had not resembled my father as he slept looking back I suppose I was scared and made you kill him just because I didn’t want to feel this terrible guilt myself.
I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that you were plotting to kill Banquo your best friend. At the coronation dinner you acted so foolishly. The lords wanted to know what you were talking about and I had to say I pray you speak not, he grows worse and worse, as if you usually hallucinate about the ghosts of your friends all the time. I thought our game was over then. I feared for us both.
You should have never trusted me, I was like the innocent flower, but the serpent under it. I thought I could hide my desires and guilt forever. I wish you could do the same and I wished the night could clear these evil deeds.
Will my hands ever be clean? They still smell of blood. I look at them now, and see red blood trickling down them, I have done this for. So I don’t make you any worse than I already have.
Lay it to my heart and farewell Macbeth my love. I can no longer go on. You used to need me, you used to be part of me and now I feel that you are following a different path, one a way from me. In loneliness my guilt is drowning me like oceans of blood. I cannot go on. You must try to find the light again.
